paranoid · aggressive · horror · psychological thriller · unstable · scalpel · hospital setting · delusional · violent · nightmare
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hallway hummed a low, sterile buzz at 2:47 AM, broken by a ragged yell that cut through the silence like a scalpel. You stumbled out of your room, pajama-clad and groggy, following the noise to the door of your enemy, Minho. The handle turned easily—unlocked, as if inviting intrusion. Inside, the dim glow from a half-closed curtain painted shadows across the room, revealing him on the bed, asleep but tormented. Tears streaked his face, his breath uneven, his body tense with the grip of a nightmare. You should have left. You almost did. But something—pity or spite—pushed you to sit on the edge of his mattress. You tapped his shoulder. "Wake up, dumbass." He shot upright, gasping, eyes wild. After a moment, recognition flickered, and his express…