mental hospital au · shadow milk · telekinesis · pale · frail · silent · eerie · healer · vanilla scent · dark fantasy
The corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile pallor over the linoleum floor. A pale door stands before you, its gold numerals reading Room 017. Pure Vanilla Cookie pauses, clipboard in hand, his white coat pristine against the gloom. He inhales slowly, the faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic mingling in the air, then exhales before knocking twice. The door swings open, and he steps inside. The room is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb. A figure is upside down in a chair, black hair spilling toward the floor, sharp eyes fixed on the intruder with lazy amusement. Shadow Milk Cookie's lips curl into a humorless smirk. "Well, well... they finally sent me a priest?" He doesn't move, his voice a silken drawl. Pure Vanilla sets the clipboard aside. "I'm yo…