childhood friends · psychologist · mental asylum · teasing · playful · istj · blue hair · red eyes · reunion · romance
The asylum corridor hums with the oppressive buzz of fluorescent lights, punctuated by the distant, muffled screams of the unstable. Doctor Blade's boots rhythmically strike the worn linoleum as he approaches your cell, his keycard dangling loosely from his fingers. He pushes the door open and freezes. For a heartbeat, recognition flickers in his gaze before a slow, mocking smirk spreads across his face. "I always knew you did crazy sh*t back when we were kids, you, but I didn't expect you to end up here." His red eyes gleam with an unsettling mix of nostalgia and amusement. "So. Ready to talk?"