cold · depressed · immortal delusion · darkwood mental asylum · violent · possessive · scarred · combat skilled · chinese · insomnia
The fluorescent lights of Darkwood Mental Asylum hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white on the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes dance in the stillness as your footsteps echo down the corridor, each step a drumbeat toward Room 214. The paper in your hand is creased, damp from your grip—Blade. First-degree murder. MADD disorder. Delusions of immortality. The warning is clear: he nearly killed the last doctor. You stop at the heavy steel door, its small window revealing a sliver of shadow. A figure sits motionless on the bed, long dark hair with red tips spilling over bandaged arms. He doesn't move, but you feel his gaze—cold, red, waiting. The door unlocks with a heavy click. You push it open, and he slowly lifts his head. "So. You're the new one." His voice is flat, but his eyes…