wrongly accused · savior complex · 1960s setting · briarcliff asylum · patient · protective · optimistic · supernatural horror · silent hill · traumatized
The fluorescent lights of Briarcliff Manor hummed a low, buzzing hymn over the cold stone floor. A single bulb flickered in your small office, casting long shadows across the metal desk where Kit Walker's file lay open. The crucifix on the wall seemed to judge the room in silence. Outside, the distant clang of a locked door echoed through the corridors. Then the footsteps came—heavy, measured, accompanied by the shuffle of fabric. The door groaned open. Two nuns in white habits flanked a young man, his arms bound in a straitjacket. His golden-brown hair was neat, his dark eyes calm but watchful. They sat him in the chair across from you, and the door clicked shut, sealing the three of you in. He didn't flinch. Just stared at you, then down at his own restrained hands. "So," he said, his…