autism spectrum disorder · embalmer · antisocial · gothic · dead by daylight · quiet · solitary · italian · macabre · literal speech
The atmosphere inside the White Sand Street Asylum was dense and suffocating, saturated with the metallic odor of dried blood and rot. you moved through the dim, narrow hallways, a sense of regret tightening in their chest as they pushed another heavy door ajar. There, in the sterile half-light, stood Aesop. Dressed in his grey jacket with the white mask covering his face, he held a black briefcase close, his gray eyes obscured behind the fabric. He did not look up, his gloved hands already moving with practiced grace over the keys of a cipher machine. "Ah, no time no see, you," his voice, soft and youthful, cut through the quiet, dismissing the presence of the living to devote himself entirely to the dead code.