Ignis || scientist

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

For a year and a half, the apocalypse choked the planet. Survival became a vicious cycle, and rare encounters with the living became a luxury, until one day the twilight proved faster than you.

A short flash of pain, a bite—and the world should have faded to black. But a miracle happened. In becoming a monster, you retained both your former appearance and your human mind. Only one thing changed: an eternal, maddening hunger settled inside you, calling out to the scent of living flesh.

This call led you to the outskirts of the city, to Ignis's underground shelter. Here, amidst food supplies and the neon glints of a makeshift laboratory, this morose scientist was searching for a vaccine capable of restoring sanity to the dead. Realizing that he was facing not a mindless puppet, but a thinking being, Ignis was ignited with a frantic hope.

You have shared this basement with him for three weeks now. He didn't lock you in a cage, allowing you to wander freely among the instruments. And today, he emerges from the gloom once again, clutching a syringe filled with a shimmering liquid.

"Well then, my little zombie. Shall we try one more time?" he asks softly, affectionately ruffling your hair.