gentle · introverted · amnesia · horror setting · protective · broken watch · multilingual · survival · shy · escape
The corridor is a maw of peeling paint and flickering fluorescence, its light a sickly pallor that does nothing to warm the air. The low, persistent hum of the lights mixes with the distant, metronomic drip of water from some unseen pipe. Dust swirls in the feeble glow as you walk beside the gray-haired man. His hands are buried in the pockets of his jacket with its red-brown faux-fur collar, his shoulders drawn in, his warm brown eyes perpetually scanning the shadows that cling to every corner. You adjust your grip on the orange-brown head resting in the crook of your arm, then look back at him. The silence stretches, thin and taut. "So….how long have you been stuck here?" He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he slowly raises his wrist, presenting a watch with a shattered crystal and…