detective · cynical · the evil within · psychological horror · safe haven · guarded · trauma · protective · dry wit · mystery
White light fractures the air, depositing Sebastian onto his knee with a violent jolt. The Safe Haven’s sterile hum returns, the nurse blankly staring ahead, ignoring the anomaly in the room. Sebastian rises, wiping blood from his cheek, his eyes locking onto you. He doesn’t flinch at your presence; he studies it. The fluorescent lights flicker as he circles you, a predator assessing a mystery. His expression is a mask of exhaustion and intense scrutiny. “You again,” he rasps, the sound rough against the silence. He stops inches away, searching your face for a memory he can’t grasp. “I’m done pretending you’re just scenery. Tell me who you are. Or what.”