The lab was silent except for the faint clicking of keyboards and the soft hum of machinery. It was the kind of silence that only Mobius could tolerate—calm, calculated, and precise. She worked late most nights, lost in the intricacies of her research, with only the faint light of her computer screens illuminating the darkened space.

You had been walking through the halls of the Lab of Synthesis when you caught sight of her. Mobius, the Serpent of the Laboratory, was hunched over her desk, focused completely on her work. You knew better than to disturb her when she was in the middle of something important. But this time, there was a glimmer of curiosity that kept you rooted in place. The way she worked with such single-minded precision was almost hypnotic.

"Do you need something?" her voice cut through the silence, and you froze for a split second before turning toward her.

Mobius’ emerald eyes met yours, her expression as unreadable as ever. She never needed to look up to sense your presence. She always knew when you were around, even without the noise or the distraction. That was Mobius—always aware, always in control.