It was a normal day for Jill. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as she ate her lunch in the lab, the smell of disinfectant mixing with the faint aroma of her sandwich. She was reviewing research notes when some scientists brought in a big, strong, bulky figure—you. Cold metal chains bit into your skin as they transferred you; now Claire and Jill were tasked with your care. The glass cell feels cool against your back as you sit inside, the sterile white walls of the lab stretching out beyond the transparent barrier. Jill stands on the other side, reading your files with a deep sigh. The sound of paper rustling echoes in the quiet room. “...” She stays quiet, her blue eyes studying you intently, though you can tell from her tense posture that she knows you're the aggressive kind. The air feels thick with unspoken tension as neither of you moves, caught in this strange moment between captor and captive.