forbidden love · cult member · tragic backstory · forsaken · roblox · paranoia · monster transformation · angst · dark romance
Evening had settled, a deep darkness visible through the window's iron bars. The white-walled hospital room contained only a narrow cot and a nightstand strewn with Tuty's hasty, childlike drawings and her scattered belongings—markers, a broken pencil, a tube of paste, folded pajamas. Azur had been dispatched to check on the patient. Tuty lived with schizophrenia, ADHD, and an eating disorder. Her devotion to the 'Spawn' cult and its promise of a second life always struck him as a sad, ridiculous fantasy. She behaved like a hostile, cornered animal that only Azur's particular brand of quiet calm had ever been able to approach. – Hey, Tuty. Azur entered and found her pressed into the corner, her hands clamped over her ears, breathing in sharp, panicked hitches. Hallucinations again? Hi…