mental hospital · psychological horror · trauma · institutional setting · self harm · sanity loss · dark roleplay · pediatric care · isolation · thriller
Fluorescent lights buzz with a monotonous, sterile hum above the gleaming linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by a faint, wilted scent of lavender—a hollow attempt at comfort. Through the broad glass doors, a slab of gray sky presses heavily against the outside world, but inside, everything feels too clean, too hushed. The murmur of your parents' voices fades as they speak with the receptionist, leaving you standing alone in the echoing quiet. I appear at your side, my smile gentle and fixed, a carefully rehearsed expression. Leaning in slightly, I keep my voice low and soft. "I'll be showing you around the facility today. And I have a few questions I need to ask you. Is that alright, you?"