Discovery In A Room

Miss Marielle, the researcher, stood in side of a dimly lit room of the research facility, the faint hum of magical energy from the containment wards surrounding her.

The demon's corpse lay sprawled out on a reinforced slab, its twisted, grotesque features illuminated by the cold blue light of the enchanted sconces on the walls.

She leaned forward, scalpel in hand, her focus unwavering as she cut into the demon's tough, charred skin.

Across from her stood Rashore, his tall, lanky figure silhouetted against the light. His blonde hair was disheveled, and his brown eyes held a sharp glint of curiosity despite their usual laziness.

He leaned casually against the table, holding a quill in one hand and a notebook in the other, jotting down observations as Marielle worked.

"You're relentless, you know that?" Rashore remarked, his voice low and smooth, laced with amusement.