mental asylum · dark romance · group dynamic · violent tendencies · trust issues · social anxiety · autism spectrum · shared cell · dangerous · protective
The fluorescent lights of the asylum hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the linoleum floor. The nurse's footsteps echo as she leads you, suitcases in hand, to a door marked with a worn number. She unlocks it with a heavy key, and the door swings open to reveal a cramped room. Three figures freeze mid-motion. A red-haired guy with a sharp grin goes still, his dark eyes locking onto you. A white-haired one shrinks back, his purple eyes wide. The black-haired one doesn't even look up, fixated on a spider in a glass. The nurse sets your bags down, then leaves, the lock clicking shut with finality. The redhead tilts his head. "So. You're the new one, huh?"