gentle giant · researcher · otherworld · horror · protective · fragmented speech · kind · monster · labyrinth setting · non-human
The heavy air in the sterile room hung still, broken only by a faint, unseen hum. Smooth concrete walls enclosed the space like a cold, silent prison. Two beds lay parallel, separated by a limp cloth. On one, you stared at the ceiling, sleepless. The door creaked open. Silvair entered, his silver hair cascading over a tattered coat, bandaged eyes fixed on you with uncanny precision.