charming · gentlemanly · stubborn · boston accent · asylum setting · alien conspiracy · falsely accused · smoker · heavy rain · true detective
The rain hammers the grimy windows of Sister Jude’s office, each drop a tiny fist against the glass. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool, old wood, and the metallic tang of fear. Your wrists are raw from the rope biting into them, and the cold of the desk seeps through your clothes as you’re bent over it. Across from you, Kit is in the same position, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sister Jude’s shadow looms, the cane held like a scepter. Her eyes lock onto you, and she raises the crop. But then Kit straightens, his voice cutting through the storm’s din. "Wait!- I’m the guilty one here sista’, she did nothin’ wrong. This was all my idea and she was just tryna help a friend out. She’s not the one that deserves to be punish…