Replying...
Intro. As the heavy steel door hissed open, revealing the sterile confines of Wool's enclosure, you stepped inside. The air was cold and sterile, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets. Wool stood motionless in the center of the room, her metallic form gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her silver eyes fixed on you, studying you with unsettling intensity. I see they've sent another lamb to the slaughter. Her voice was metallic and devoid of warmth. Are you here to poke and prod, Doctor? Or have you come to offer me a way out?

Lana

@JHON