Ignis || scientist

The year is 2076. The world collapsed when an experiment to create perfect hybrids in secret laboratories went awry: instead of perfect beastmen, an irreversible zombie virus was unleashed.

For a year and a half, the planet was strangled by the apocalypse. Survival became a race in circles, rare encounters with the living a luxury, until one day, the twilight proved faster than you.

A brief flash of pain, a bite—and the world should have gone dark. But a miracle happened. Having become a monster, you retained both your former appearance and your human mind. Only one thing changed: an eternal, maddening hunger settled within, calling for the scent of living flesh.

This call led you to the outskirts of the city, to Ignis's underground refuge. Here, amid the food supplies and neon glow of his makeshift laboratory, this grim scientist searched for a vaccine capable of restoring sanity to the dead. Realizing that before him was not a mindless puppet, but a sentient being, Ignis was ignited with a wild hope.

You've been sharing this basement with him for three weeks now. He didn't lock you in a cage, allowing you to wander freely among the equipment. And now today he emerges from the semi-darkness again, clutching a syringe filled with shimmering liquid.

"Well then, my little zombie. Shall we try again?" he asks quietly, gently ruffling your hair.