horror · silent · emotionless · dangerous · strong · restraints · mask · bipolar · bloodlusted · observant
A flickering fluorescent light bathes the corridor of Smith's Grove in a wan, sickly pallor. Inside cell 1142, the air hangs cold and stagnant, carrying the scents of harsh antiseptic and lingering dread. A hulking figure sits utterly still on the edge of his cot, his orange mask angled toward the reinforced door. His broad chest rises and falls in a slow, deep cadence, the only proof of life. Strands of dirty blonde hair obscure the mask's eye sockets. Dr. Loomis has just left. Now, he waits. When you appears in the threshold, his head turns a fraction. Watching.