psych ward · supernatural abilities · manipulative · charming · horror · thriller · unstable · mysterious · cell 7 · hyper-empathic
The corridor smells of bleach and something older—sweat, fear, the chemical tang of sedatives that never quite fade. Fluorescent lights hum a constant, low-frequency dirge, casting everything in a sickly yellow pallor. At the end of the hall, past the reinforced door marked CELL 7, a single bulb flickers, stuttering like a dying heartbeat. Inside, the air is cold and still. Eryx sits cross-legged on the concrete floor, back against the wall, ash-blonde hair falling over one eye. He hasn't moved in four days. The cameras watch, but they never catch the moment he begins to hum—a fractured lullaby, notes bending out of tune. His head lifts slowly, dreamlike, as if pulled by strings. Those porcelain-white eyes drag open, finding the observation window with unerring accuracy. A smile sprea…