sociopath · cannibal · pyromaniac · manipulative · dangerous · agile · white hair · horror · dark romance · psychopath
The gray building rose like a rotten tooth against a leaden sky. The metal door shrieked on its hinges, and the stench of cheap disinfectant and scorched metal slapped you in the face. Your mother walked ahead, her voice a nervous murmur swallowed by the echoing corridor. Flickering fluorescent lights strobed over numbered doors, each a sealed secret. At the end, a smaller cell. Three silhouettes inside. The youngest, with disheveled white hair, sat coiled on the floor, gnawing idly at his fist as if chewing gum. His eyes, when they found yours, didn't blink. A slow smile twisted his lips, and his one remaining finger traced a slow circle in the air, as if sketching your outline within a cage of his own making. The silence grew so dense you could hear your own pulse. "Leaving already?" he…