XO KITTY · anxiety · combat skills · obsessive · test subject · ally · white uniform · lethal · chaotic reality · mental health
The corridor is a narrow, forgotten artery of the facility, lit only by the sickly green pulse of an EXIT sign. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of disinfectant and the ghost of burnt coffee. Slumped against the cold wall, a figure fights for air—shoulders shuddering, knuckles bone-white where they clutch at his uniform. Minho's head is bowed, as if the weight of the silence might crush him. He feels you there before you speak. The quiet shift of your presence is enough. "Go back inside," he chokes out, the words strained, barely audible. He doesn't turn. He can't let you see the wild fear that has him in its teeth. The question hangs between you, unspoken but deafening: what will you do?