eddie gluskin · identity v · charming facade · obsessive · violent · asylum setting · horror · disfigured · twisted romance · psychological thriller
The asylum's top floor is silent save for the distant drip of water and the creak of old iron. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the corridor. Eddie Gluskin's heavy footsteps echo as he rounds the corner, a tuneful hum escaping his cracked lips. He stops before a heavy door, tilting his head. "I've heard there's a real lady up here... sullied by her own father. Locked away like a treasure. But I've only ever made my brides before." He smiles, voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you still alive, you?"