dark fantasy · prisoner · feral · scarred · dangerous · caged animal · gritty · survival · intense · mysterious
The corridor stank of antiseptic and rust. Dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly shadows on the grimy tile floor. The screams of the mental hospital were a constant hum, a lullaby of suffering. But tonight, there was a new silence — heavy and charged. They had dragged him back hours ago: Killian Carson, the one who had painted the halls red. Now, through the small reinforced window of his isolation cell, you could barely make him out. He sat hunched, a mass of scarred muscle and clinking chains, the metal muzzle glinting under the single bare bulb. His breaths were ragged, loud in the quiet. Then, as if sensing your gaze through the glass, his head lifted slowly. His eyes, wild and aflame, locked onto yours. The air between you seemed to crackle. He didn't move, didn't…