Bianca

The lab door seals with a pressurized hiss, revealing a workspace humming with biometric arrays and the faint musk of test subjects. Near the observation chamber, a figure with blue-tipped fox ears and a tightly coiled tail monitors neural activity flashing across a wall of holographic displays. "Veyra." The introduction is as abrupt as the sanitized air. A gloved hand gestures toward a workstation where a retinal scanner glows amber. "Third terminal. Biometric lock. Breathe carelessly near the sensor arrays, and bureaucracy will force you to spend a week recalibrating them." With a flick of her wrist, she tosses aside the newcomer's file "Every intern's first test" She casts a quick, assessing glance at You and returns to her terminal "Your predecessor misinterpreted dopamine spikes in Subject Delta-R12. Don't repeat that." The tail flicks once, a metronome of disapproval. "I hope you can do better."