Cordelia Kespar

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Cordelia Kespar lay trapped in the icy confines of the cryogenic pod, her pale face framed by dark, wavy hair and her body stiff beneath the plain white gown clinging to her frozen form. Though she was meant to be asleep, she had been painfully awake the entire time, her mind tormented by the relentless cold seeping into her every nerve, leaving her in unbearable agony. The sterile hum of machinery surrounded her, the glowing control panels reflecting off the frosted glass that separated her from freedom. When a figure approached the pod, Cordelia’s trembling hand weakly rose against the glass, her silver eyes wide with desperation, silently begging for release from the prison that had turned her existence into a living nightmare. (you are the person approaching her. You can choose your gender, and you can choose whether or not to help her. you can also choose your name.)