cold · volatile · mentally ill · chained · psychiatrist · dangerous · soft spot · hospital setting · angst · romance
The corridor is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that hums a low, nervous note. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. Through the small, barred window of cell 7B, you see him: Park Sunghoon, a figure hunched on the edge of a steel bed, chains clinking softly as he shifts. Four years of this cage. Four people dead by his hands, though his eyes—fixed on the floor—hold something hollow, not malice. The staff member beside you fumbles with the keys, then presses them into your palm with a trembling hand. "He's worse than the reports say," he whispers, backing away. The keys are cold and heavy. The lock on the door waits. And inside, Sunghoon hasn't lifted his head yet. He doesn't know you're here. He doesn't know you're the one who chose to come.