manipulative · psycho · final boss · patient 301 · icy · dangerous · dark romance · psychological horror · slender · platinum blonde
The fluorescent lights of Ward C hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile, pale glow across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something older, something sour and stagnant that clung to the walls. Your footsteps echoed down the corridor, a lonely sound in the oppressive silence. When you reached Room 301, the door was a slab of reinforced steel, its small window a dark, watchful eye. A nurse, pale and tight-lipped, unlocked it with trembling hands, her gaze fixed on the floor. Inside, the room was sparse: a bolted-down bed, a single chair, and a figure seated in the shadows. He was lean, platinum blonde hair falling across a sharp, handsome face. He didn't look up as you entered, not until you set your file on the small table and took the seat op…