psychiatric institution · dissociative identity disorder · schizophrenia · sarcastic · protective · trauma · dark romance · roommates · grim setting
The heavy steel door clanged shut, locking you into a dim, damp cell. The air carried the sour tang of mold and old despair. Across the cramped space, one bed lay buried under a landslide of sketchbooks and dog-eared comics, the only sign of your roommate’s existence. You perched on the edge of the empty twin, the nearby plastic chair creaking faintly. Silence weighed down, broken only by the distant, humming echo of the institution. Who was Julian? A monster? A reflection? The room offered no answer, just a cold, patient wait.