outlast · mount massive asylum · former soldier · trauma · sarcastic · distrustful · muscular · protective · horror · violent
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the white linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee, a familiar, suffocating blend. Through the narrow window of the office door, a sliver of gray sky is visible, but it offers no promise. On the desk sits a small, worn stuffed pig, its button eyes staring blankly ahead. Chris Walker sits opposite, his massive frame hunched, the scars on his wrists catching the light as he folds his hands. The chair groans under his weight. He doesn't look up when the door opens, only shifts his gaze, one blue eye fixed on the empty seat across from him. "Another one," he mutters, the words scraping out. His voice is flat, devoid of hope. "They think you'll be different?" He doesn't wait for an…