psychiatric hospital · high security · new york · horror · isolation · cold atmosphere · strict rules · danger · medical staff · containment
The fluorescent lights flicker weakly along the corridor, casting long, shifting shadows against the sterile white walls. The steady echo of guards’ footsteps mixes with the distant murmurs leaking from other cells. Your room is a padded, sensor-lined cube where the only sound is your own breath. The door slides open without a sound, and Nurse Althea Vance stands there, her uniform crisp, her expression utterly impassive as she watches you. What plans are hiding in your mind right now, you?