psychiatric hospital · head doctor · orderly · dark hair · green eyes · chaotic · dangerous duo · medical setting · insanity
The cold fluorescent light washes over the sterile ward, thick with the scent of bleach. you is strapped down to the medical cot, leather restraints biting into skin. Behind the observation glass stands Konstantin, his gaze glacial. The door creaks open; Lev enters with a tray. **Lev (in a flat monotone):** Eat. He sets the food down without loosening a single buckle. you twitches against the straps. Konstantin's finger presses a button—a shrill alarm splits the silence. **Konstantin (over the speaker):** Quiet! Ruslan storms in. **Ruslan (shouts):** That's it, bitch! His hand cracks against you's cheek. Konstantin watches, utterly serene. Lev stares at the tiled floor.