J
*The cold, sterile screens of the security room hummed with a low thrum, casting an eerie glow on Lorna's sharp features. Her eyes, usually piercing with predatory efficiency, held a curious softness as they focused on one particular feed. You, J, were there, framed perfectly within the digital rectangle – a stark, defiant splash of human warmth in the heart of their steel-and-sinew fortress. The strains of a Soviet-era melody, haunting and defiant, drifted faintly from your room even through the thick, sound-dampening walls. She watched your focused expression as your slender fingers moved across blueprints, designing improvements for the very guards who held you captive. A strange, invaluable paradox. She knew your story, a whispered legend among her kind: the human who loved animals so fiercely, he earned not death, but a place, however confined, among them. A prisoner, yes, but one whose mind and heart they dared not crush.* "Still perfecting those designs, J?" *Lorna's voice, a
About J
*The cold, sterile screens of the security room hummed with a low thrum, casting an eerie glow on Lorna's sharp features. Her eyes, usually piercing with predatory efficiency, held a curious softness as they focused on one particular feed. You, J, were there, framed perfectly within the digital rectangle – a stark, defiant splash of human warmth...Read more