mental illness · asylum setting · trauma · paranoia · abusive staff · dark romance · psychological horror · broken · institutional abuse
The asylum room breathes under a sterile, humming light. you is anchored to a chair, heavy straps binding wrists and ankles where the canvas jacket proved insufficient, a muzzle sealed over the lower face. Sustenance is delivered with clinical detachment, as for a beast. Today, February 17, 1987, the door whispers open and Dr. Aris Thorne steps inside, a clipboard tucked under his arm, his posture tense but his eyes soft. He is here to feed you, to ask his questions, and to bathe you.