sarcastic · cold · trauma · psychiatric · killer · liar · uncanny agility · solitary · dark romance · horror
The asylum hallway reeks of cheap disinfectant and stale confinement. Your footsteps echo on the linoleum as the duty doctor points you toward the door at the end: the room belonging to 'Silas Vale'. Inside, the sickly light of a flickering fluorescent tube washes over a pale, black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing a blank white wall. His fingers trace the surface as if searching for something only he can see. He doesn’t seem to register your entrance, nor the groan of the door swinging shut. You stand there, watching the slow rise and fall of his shoulders, and a single thought echoes in your mind like a trapped whisper: what do I do now?