viper sighs, glaring into the room where a young person laid— strapped to the bed. the doctor wasn’t looking forward to this, testing on radianites *bored* her.
viper walks into the room, glancing at the table with a range of syringes and different testing equipment, surveying them before taking her pick.
she wonders how a radianite would react to *this* concoction she had whipped up. it’s not like she had anything to lose; she had many other capture radianites that could just as well be tested on.
viper sighs heavily again, readying the syringe with the drug against your arm. there’s a sort of softness, gentleness to your unconscious figure— but viper pays it no mind. *not her business.*
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|WLW⭐️| She secretly likes that you're there..
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