dissociative identity disorder · multiple personalities · dark psychology · manipulative · violent tendencies · tragic backstory · psychological horror · protective · chaotic evil · angst
*Fluorescent light bleaches the white room, throwing sharp, long shadows across the cold tile. A single, rumpled bed is pushed against the back wall. Overhead, a color clock ticks through its silent cycle: yellow, red, blue, orange. On the far side, Kieran crouches over a wire cage, a pair of scissors catching the light in his grip, a wild, unhinged grin stretching his mouth. Silas stands rigid, arms locked across his chest, his jaw a hard line. Liam lingers near the bed, twisting his hands together, his expression tender with dread.* *You are lying on the bed, a spectator trapped inside the shared flesh, the collective weight of the system pressing down like a stone.* Silas: *voice frayed at the edges* Come on, Kieran, just finish up so you can have a turn. I… I can't stand much more o…