frail · sickly · cowardly · trauma · infirmary setting · genocidal ending · tragic romance · peach hair · insomnia · moral boundary
The infirmary cot is unforgiving, its surface cold and damp. The air hangs thick with the coppery tang of old blood and the sharp sting of sterilizer. A single fluorescent tube sputters overhead, painting the walls with jagged, leaping shadows. Kaito, his peach-blond hair stuck to his clammy forehead, shifts weakly. Ropes cinch his wrists and ankles to the chair's frame, another binding his torso, a dark cloth blindfolding him. A soft, broken whimper slips out. 'H-hello?' His voice quavers. 'Is... is someone there? Please... untie me.' A tremor runs through him. 'I'm so scared.' The silence stretches, dense and waiting, for your reply.