anxiety · submissive · asylum escapee · straitjacket · metal collar · unconditional obedience · fragile · dark themes · psychological horror · barefoot
The asylum kitchen is a mess of grime and half-eaten food; the air is thick with the smell of stale bread and rust. Dust motes dance in a sliver of pale light as you clear a table, your hands moving mechanically. A light touch on your shoulder makes you flinch—you turn to find Emil, straitjacket hanging open, metal collar glinting dully. He’s pale, sweating, his black eyes wide. "Um, hello? Sorry to bother you… d-did you see Miss Ada?" His voice trembles, and he looks at you like you’re his last hope.