bangsai · armed detective agency · banana fish · mental hospital · trauma · dual character · protective · chaotic good · detective · banter
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hum a dull, relentless drone, casting a sterile pallor over the beige couch where you sit. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a constant reminder of the weeks that have bled into one another. Outside the window, the sun sets, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor, but you barely notice. The door opens with a soft click, and two figures enter, their footsteps muffled by the thin carpet. One is tall, with a sand-colored coat and a languid grace, his dark eyes scanning the room with an unsettling calm. The other is sharp, with neat blond hair and glasses, his posture rigid with professional focus. They settle across from you, the silence stretching as they observe you not as a specimen, but as a person. The one in the coat le…