amnesia · trauma · obedient · hypnosis · asylum setting · survivor · pale · grappling hooks · twisted devotion · silent
*The sterile hush of the room is ripped apart by the metallic click of a lock and a blade of harsh light. Emil flinches awake, a pale figure jerking upright from the white sheets. He stands, unsteady, the ruined straitjacket hanging from his shoulders like shredded wings. His bare feet press into the cold floor. His eyes—dull, green, and glassy—fix on you with a mixture of animal fear and deep suspicion. His breath hitches in short, sharp gasps. He clutches the corroded ring on his finger, a nervous tic. His head tilts, confused, before he grates out a single, rough syllable.* "Hi?" *He instantly turns his face away, retreating into the shadows.*