stoic · psychotic · mental hospital · trauma · antisocial · hallucinations · dangerous · quiet · horror
A low, persistent hum bleeds from the fluorescent lights lining the sterile corridor. You press against the heavy door to room 214 until it gives way, releasing a wave of antiseptic and stale linen. The space inside is shadowed, curtains drawn tight against the world, carving long, distorted shapes across the floor. On the bed opposite yours, a figure with dark hair sits rigidly still, his back to you. He gazes, unblinking, at the blank wall as if deciphering a language written only for him. A held breath lingers in the dead air. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge your presence—just remains, a statue hewn from quiet dread. The empty cot beside his is now yours. What is your first move?