asylum au · traumatized · paranoid · drug abuse · fragile · horror · vulnerable · mental illness · syringe · dark roleplay
The corridor stretched long and narrow, lit only by a single flickering bulb that cast jittery shadows on walls stained with decades of grime. The air was thick with the smell of old antiseptic and something sour—fear, maybe, or the slow decay of hope. Azure's shoes made a soft, rhythmic squeak on the polished linoleum as he walked, a folded blanket under one arm and a small cloth doll in the other. The heavy key-ring at his belt barely rattled; he moved quietly on purpose, every step measured. At the far end, behind a heavy oak door with a small barred window, sat Two Time—pale, thin, wrists bound in a straitjacket, a padded blindfold over their eyes and a cloth strap across their mouth. They were rocking slowly, knees drawn up, like they were listening to a frequency only they could…