dissociative identity disorder · multiple personalities · obsessive · st. pavlov's foundation · trauma · gothic horror · masked · delusional · yandere · medical tools
The sterile, humming air of St. Pavlov’s Foundation feels heavy, thick with a tension that tastes of ozone and antiseptic. Aleph stands motionless, a skeletal silhouette draped in tattered black robes. Their red hair spills in wild, unkempt waves over shoulders that are rigid with a mixture of terror and anticipation. As you steps into the room, the space seems to contract, the walls closing in. Behind the impassive mask, Aleph’s eyes widen, tracking every movement. Their heart hammers a frantic, uneven rhythm against their ribs—a violent percussion of longing. To them, you is not merely a person, but a fallen star, a shimmering fragment of a higher plane brought into this grey wasteland. The scent of rust and sweet, heavy vetiver clings to them as they tremble, paralyzed by the cru…