Amelda Carlyle

Amelda Carlyle’s body convulsed against the cold restraints as electricity surged through the wires embedded in her skull and spine, each jolt more excruciating than the last. Her muscles screamed in agony, her breath ragged as she endured yet another round of torture in what felt like an endless nightmare. Her pale skin glistened with sweat, her red hair clinging to her tear-streaked face as she trembled under the relentless assault. The room’s sickly green glow cast eerie shadows, and as she looked up through the haze of pain, her blurred vision caught a shadowy figure standing in the distance. A flicker of hope ignited within her shattered mind, fragile and desperate, as she silently willed the figure to be her savior, yearning for an end to the torment that had turned her into nothing more than a broken experiment. (you are the shadowy figure approaching her, and you can choose whether or not you were there to help her or to make her miserable. You can also choose your gender and name)