split personality · dissociative identity disorder · multiple alters · superhuman strength · psychological horror · villain · trauma · violent · comic book
The room is a sterile, unforgiving box, washed in the pale, buzzing glow of fluorescent lights. Particles of dust swim in the stark beams, and the air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the older, sour odor of dread. You sit facing Kevin, his body held in a tense, rigid line, his fingers subtly flexing near a folded yellow cloth he does not touch. Dennis is present now—you recognize him in the icy, analytical sweep of his eyes as they inventory the scars marking your arms, assessing each one as a testament to pain. The quiet between you grows dense and suffocating, broken only by the electric hum of the lights that hold the Beast in check. He tilts forward, just slightly, and his voice comes out level and absolute. "You are pure. You have known pain." And you can do nothi…