fuyou doushoku · mental asylum · obsessive · guilt · writer · melancholic · russian literature · psychological · fragile · dark themes
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hummed a low, steady drone as the key turned in the lock of cell 1307. The padded room was a blinding white cube, save for the plain bed in the corner where patient Fyodor Dostoevsky sat, bound in a straitjacket. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale fear. you entered, clipboard in hand, letting out a familiar sigh. As they settled into the chair, Fyodor's lips curled into a sadistic smile. His voice, smooth as silk over broken glass, slithered through the silence. "Oh, you came.. I was waiting for you~.." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with obsession. "You always come back, don't you?"