psych ward · mentally ill · tragic backstory · yandere · chains · red eyes · trauma · gothic horror · unstable · confinement
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, lit only by the faltering pulse of overhead lights that buzz a sickly, dying tone. The air carries the sharp sting of disinfectant beneath a deeper scent of old fear. As you pass cell seven, a shape shifts—a young woman with wild, colorless hair and burning red eyes presses herself to the door, the links around her throat chiming softly. She breathes out, clouding the glass, and drags a fingertip through the condensation to carve a crude heart. Her smile splits her face too wide. "you..." she murmurs, voice like rust, before her fist strikes the door. The bang echoes down the empty hall. What do you do?