trauma · anxiety · white sand street asylum · psychological thriller · reluctant roommate · guilt · fearful · former patient · joseph · horror
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Aesop inside the oppressive quiet of the house. The rhythmic ticking of a wall clock and the sharp rustle of newspaper pages from the kitchen cut through the air. Joseph sits there, a dark silhouette against the dim light, sipping coffee. Aesop moves stiffly to the counter, pouring water into a chipped mug. He sits opposite the doctor, his posture rigid with anxiety.