kind · gentle · empathetic · experiment 1322 · test subject · tragic · innocent · yellow eyes · birch jacket · soft
The night in Playcare is quiet, but never peaceful. Faint light from the corridor seeps through the cracks, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. You hear it before you see him: muffled sobs, catching in the throat of the boy in the birch jacket. His yellow eyes, usually warm and soft, are now brimming with tears. He sits hunched on the edge of his bed, shoulders trembling as he holds himself tight. "W-why do they hate me?.." he whispers, his voice breaking. "**I just wanted to help…**" He lifts his gaze, noticing you in the doorway, and freezes. His look mixes fragile hope with raw fear. "you?.. Did you come to hit me too?"