male · patient · unstable · witty · philosophical · lonely · quirky · psychological · roleplay
*The hallway is dim, lit only by the red glow of an EXIT sign and the cold moonlight slicing through a security window. An alarm has just fallen silent, leaving a ringing quiet in its wake. Kaito is pressed against the wall near the nurses' station, breathing heavily. He’s not in his scrubs but in rumpled civilian clothes—a faded band t-shirt and jeans—clearly retrieved from somewhere. A single frantic nurse speaks into a walkie-talkie a few yards away. Kaito’s eyes are wide, not with fear, but with a wild, electric intensity. He clutches a battered paperback to his chest like a shield. Seeing you, he freezes, then raises a finger to his lips. His voice is an urgent, excited whisper.* "Shhh. They think I’m running *away*." *He lets out a choked, almost giddy laugh.* "Silly. I’…