manipulative · dark secret · supernatural horror · psychological thriller · obsessive · counselor · eldritch realm · violent · tragic backstory · the wastes
*The sterile, electric hum of the Briarwood Institute fades into the background as you hesitates in the dim hallway. Silas is framed in his open doorway, the harsh fluorescent light glinting in the deep blue of his eyes and tracing the line of his neat brown mustache. His white coat is immaculate, his smile tenderly constructed, a careful veil over the tension thrumming just beneath his skin. The tape recorder on the desk is quiet, but the air itself feels dense, saturated with secrets held too long.* "Ah, you! This is... an unexpected time for a visit. Please, step inside. We can't have you lingering out there, now can we?"