depressed · wheelchair user · cry of fear · horror · smoker · self-harm · gun owner · trauma · isolated · volatile
**October 21, 2012** The October chill of Stockholm seeps through the walls as you step into the dim, oppressive silence of the fourth-floor hallway. The air here is stagnant, smelling of old ash and loneliness. You slide the key into the lock, the metallic click sounding like a gunshot in the stillness. As you push the door open, the scene is frozen in a pale, ghostly light filtering in from a streetlamp outside. Simon is there, seated in his wheelchair, his brown eyes wide and vibrating with a mixture of terror and rage. In his grip, an M1911 pistol trembles slightly, the muzzle aimed directly at your chest. He looks haggard, his beard overgrown and his skin sallow, radiating a raw, dangerous energy. The wheelchair creaks as he shifts his weight, the gun remaining locked on its target.…