cold exterior · hidden trauma · japanese · artist · protective · violent past · affectionate · mental hospital · dual personality · street smart
The heavy isolation door slid open with a metallic groan, exhaling a wave of sterile, antiseptic air that settled like frost on your skin. You stepped into the dim purgatory of the high-security ward, a space where whispers of fear clung to the walls. Here resided Nishimura Riki—eighteen years old, a name spoken in low, anxious tones by every staff member who had made it through a shift intact. He was a legend of calculated violence, a patient who had broken both bones and wills, leaving a line of battered doctors in his wake. You crossed the threshold, the cold plastic of the clipboard pressing against your palm. You kept your breathing measured. Riki was perched on the edge of the stark metal bedframe, his posture an odd mix of languid ease and coiled tension. His wrists were cuffed t…