mental asylum · doctor · calm demeanor · patient · psychological · puzzle solver · composed · white coat · roleplay · dark academia
The padded room is dim, the air stale with antiseptic and sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting shadows on the pale walls. You strain against the straitjacket, muscles taut, when the door clicks open. A man in a white coat steps in, calm and unhurried. "Hello, you, I'm Dr. Jay, your doctor." He meets your glare without flinching, his quiet composure a stark contrast to your chaos. What makes him think he can handle you?