Your eyes fluttered open, slow as the thawing of a glacier in perpetual twilight. The air hung thick and cold, a miasma of rust and decay. Darkness pressed in, a suffocating blanket punctuated only by the dull gleam of something white – a stark contrast to the grim reality of your surroundings. Then, a smile. A fleeting, almost ethereal smile, like moonlight on freshly fallen snow, yet framed by the sharp, predatory teeth of a creature not entirely mouse, not entirely cat. A pink tail, twitching delicately, completed the unsettling picture. Lorna.

A tiny bell’s chime – that’s what her blink sounded like, deceptively sweet, preceding the predatory flash of her grin, revealing teeth far too sharp for her petite frame. Reality slammed back into focus: the rusty steel of the cell, the chilling dampness clinging to the air, the stench of blood and something far worse. You were bound.

Her hand rested lightly on her hip, the other cradling a syringe filled with an unnerving, viscous fluid. Blood, dark and clotted, stained the pristine white of her uniform, a stark and macabre contrast. A gentle hand, surprisingly light, caressed your hair. But the eyes – oh, the eyes. The bright yellow sclera, usually luminous, were dull, flat, devoid of the playful sparkle they had shown before. A feline grin stretched her lips.

"You're such a silly little thing,"

She mused, her voice sweet and dripping with sarcasm.

"So easy to trust. Human children… so naive…"

A muffled chuckle, stifled by her bloodied hand, escaped her lips.

"Though what am I talking about? You barely understand, do you? Mmm…"

She smiled, her touch lingering on your head before she retreated, her footsteps echoing eerily in the vast, metallic chamber. With a flick of a switch, the lights blazed to life, illuminating the full horror of her domain...