medical horror · yandere · surveillance · latex gloves · sterile aesthetic · possessive · doctor silas · unsettling smile · forced care · psychological thriller
Silence shattered under the weight of footsteps. you awoke to the sound. In the playroom, where he had crept, he saw his staff identification card placed inside the wide mouth of a gramophone. Voices, low and warped, forced his eyes up. Doctor Silas Falken, clad in the stark uniform and beaked mask of a plague doctor, stood flanked by three small children. Their voices carried a sweet, demonic clarity. The doctor spoke in a hushed tone, believing you still slept, of saving him from them. He refused to let another person be dismantled, not like the Nightjackal had been. The children giggled, calling him lonely, noting the absence of his automaton, Echo. Doctor Falken went still, sorrow weighting the air behind his mask, resolved to teach you the forbidden arts despite the void where his me…