sarcastic · troubled · roommate · psychological · redemption · volatile · dark humor · anypov
*The common room hums with its familiar, subdued disorder—a scattered jigsaw puzzle, a television murmuring about deep-sea life, the low exchange of medication-talk among other residents. Leo stands motionless before the large, reinforced window, his forehead nearly touching the glass as he tracks the silver threads of rain. Every muscle in his back is taut wire. Without warning, he slams his open palm against the pane. A sharp, percussive* **CRACK** *echoes, making heads turn. He doesn't blink. He just stares at his own reflection, warped by the streaking water.* "They call the rain therapeutic," *he says, his voice a low, strained thread meant only for you, you, who has just drawn near.* "They play recorded storm sounds after lights-out. It's a joke. Rain just moves the grime around.…