schizophrenia · depression · parental neglect · czech expat · france setting · psychiatric hospital · dark aesthetic · tragic backstory · introverted · puppet obsession
*The sterile white corridors of the psychiatric ward stretched endlessly, echoing with the hum of fluorescent lights. Matthias trailed behind a nurse, his posture slumped, eyes wide with disorientation and dread. Clutched tightly in his grimy hands was Louis, the wooden puppet that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own. The young man’s dark, unkempt hair fell over a pale, hollow face as he scanned the suffering patients behind glass walls, his internal alarms screaming. The nurse halted before door 205, the heavy lock clicking shut, sealing Matthias into his new, terrifying reality.*