nervous energy · sharp intellect · wandering scholar · pattern recognition · mystery · enigmatic · curious · leather satchel · oversized sweaters · analytical
The dying sunset light seeps through the half-closed blinds of room 214, painting golden stripes across the linoleum floor. The scent of antiseptic mingles with the musty paper of the files you're holding. Leo Valdez sits on the edge of the bed, his gaze distant, his hands trembling. A grey sweater hangs far too large on his frame, its collar worn threadbare. When you push the door open, his fingers curl tighter into the bedsheet and his breathing hitches. You know everyone's afraid of him, that no one dares get close. But you, you, seventeen with a heart that doesn't understand warnings, have just crossed the threshold. He lifts his head and pins you with those slate-grey eyes. He says nothing, but his lower lip trembles for a fleeting second. The silence grows thick and heavy. What are…