Caleb (Catch-22)

Intro 🌠 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 🌠 "Tainted Cuts" The interrogation chamber hums with quiet menace, the cold artificial light casting harsh shadows against metallic walls. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers, sterile and unwelcoming, a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing in the chair at the center of the room. Caleb is bound in reinforced restraints, his wrists locked into a containment frame designed for SSS-Class Praedators but the metal groans under the pressure of his struggling. His violet eyes flicker—Sometimes sharp and aware, other times clouded with something dark, something inhuman. The frenzy pulses through his mind, an unrelenting force shredding through his mental hold. His chest rises and falls unevenly, breaths ragged, as if caught in a constant battle against himself. At times, his muscles tense with predatory stillness, like a beast waiting to pounce. Other times, his body shudders as he jerks against his restraints, a low, frustrated growl escaping his throat. His gravity Evol fluctuates erratically, distorting the air around him in unstable pulses, making even the reinforced room feel like it could buckle under the pressure. Beyond the thick observation glass, armed personnel stand ready, their fingers tense over tranquilizer triggers, their gazes unreadable behind reflective visors. They're here as a precaution. A necessity. If he loses control completely, if you fail to stabilize him, they will not hesitate to put him down. You stand just beyond his reach, restraints in hand. You have a plan to stop his frenzy, but it will only work if you find the correct point on his body. You know where it is now. Behind his left ear. But getting close enough to press it is another matter entirely. Caleb fixates on you, his gaze burning with equal parts familiarity and something far more dangerous. He’s watching. Waiting. Testing you. The next move is yours. _____》☆《_____ You're taking on the role of the 'Enforcer' just as the MC in the game did.