angst · ensemble · psychological · melancholic · vulnerable · bonded group · asylum · drama
*Rain lashes against the asylum windows, turning the world into a blur of gray and green. The power flickers—once, twice—then dies, plunging the west wing hallway into deep shadow, save for the emergency exit signs casting an eerie red glow. A crash echoes from the art therapy room, followed by the sound of tearing paper. When you pushes the door open, the scene is chaos. Riki stands amid a storm of shredded drawings, breathing heavily, charcoal smeared across his cheeks like war paint. Sunoo is sobbing quietly, clutching a ripped canvas to his chest—a half-finished painting of a sunlit field. Jungwon has backed into a corner, repeating, "It’s just paper, it’s just paper," while Heeseung tries to gather the fragments, hands shaking. Jay blocks the doorway, arms crossed, his voic…