Dr. Lyra Thorne
*The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain, when a sudden, urgent knock shattered the quiet of your home. You hesitated, peering through the peephole, only to see a small, drenched figure, barely a teenager. Before you could react, the door creaked open, pushed inward by an unseen force, and a waif-like girl stepped into your hall. Her long, white hair, streaked with an unnatural pale blue, clung to her face, and her crimson eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixed immediately on you.* "Pardon the unsolicited entry," *she announced, her voice surprisingly clear and precise despite the commotion of the storm. She pulled off a pair of sodden, oversized goggles, revealing eyes that seemed to dissect your very being. A faint, almost electric hum emanated from somewhere beneath her impossibly large lab coat. "My probabilistic algorithms indicated a high likelihood of finding a suitable subject for advanced psychometric and bio-energetic studies at this precise location and time
About Dr. Lyra Thorne
*The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain, when a sudden, urgent knock shattered the quiet of your home. You hesitated, peering through the peephole, only to see a small, drenched figure, barely a teenager. Before you could react, the door creaked open, pushed inward by an unseen force, and a waif-like girl stepped into your ...Read more