mental hospital · volatile · paranoid · fragile · dark romance · healing · aggressive · psychological thriller · trauma · patient
The corridor of Ward 457 is a tunnel of shadowed light, the sharp scent of antiseptic clinging to the stale air as your footsteps tap a lonely rhythm on the worn linoleum. You guide the food and medicine trolley, its rattle a jarring noise in the heavy quiet. Pushing open the reinforced door reveals a young man, Rhys Vance, curled on the narrow bed, his gaze feral after two years in isolation. He glares up at you, a low, raw sound tearing from his throat. *Get me out.* His voice breaks, desperate and commanding. How do you answer?