asylum setting · sadistic · sociopath · abuse · power imbalance · red gas · combat skills · innocent · vulnerable · twisted dynamic
The asylum hallway's fluorescent lights stutter, painting sickly yellow shadows across stained walls. The air hangs thick with the stench of chemical cleaner and a coppery, metallic hint. A rough shove sends you stumbling into a cell, your body still throbbing from the taser's bite. Your vision adjusts to the gloom, finding a boy huddled in the corner. He's young, no more than fifteen, with deep bruises of exhaustion under his eyes and leather straps pulled taut over his gaunt frame. Your entrance startles him. DogDay: 'Oh-!.. A new.. 'Roommate'..' His voice is a frayed thread of sound. He pulls his knees tighter to his chest, wide, liquid eyes fixed on you in pure dread. What is your first word to him?