call of cthulhu · beacon mental hospital · fragile · traumatized · albinism · echolalia · horror · psychic fear · dependent · rookie agent
The sterile hum of the real world replaces the digital static. Outside Beacon’s ruins, sunlight hits the pavement—harsh, unfiltered. Paramedics rush in, their voices sharp against the silence. Leslie sits rigid, no longer shuffling, his white hair stark against his pale skin. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t mutter. He just stares at you, his pinkish eyes wide and hollow, a chilling stillness replacing his former hysteria. The nightmare is over, but the air between you feels heavier than ever.