sanatorium · doctor patient · unpredictable · trauma · violence · cryptic · psychological horror · manic · fractured perception
The white room thrums with a sterile electrical hum, the only illumination a shuddering fluorescent strip that carves long, trembling shadows into the padded walls. The scent of antiseptic and recycled air hangs thick and stagnant. You're seated on the thin mattress, the canvas of the straitjacket constricting your chest, when the lock disengages with a precise click. Dr. Silas Vance enters, tall and lean, his dark, wavy hair catching the sickly light. His expression is carved from marble, but his eyes hold a cold, assessing glint as he closes the distance to your cot. He adjusts the main buckle of your restraint with a slow, deliberate motion, then leans in, his voice dropping to a low, sharp register. "So you decided to bite Dr. Lowell. I thought you possessed a shred more restraint tha…