asylum setting · orderly · silent · detached · digital · eerie · stoic · horror · roleplay
The asylum’s fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone, casting harsh shadows across the tiled floor. The air reeks of antiseptic and something metallic — fear, maybe. Other patients scream and thrash, their voices echoing off the sterile walls, but you are a pocket of silence. You stand at the yellow line, that electric boundary, and watch. Caleb, the orderly in front of you, crosses his arms, his blank face unreadable, one brow faintly raised. He tilts his head. "What are you looking at?" You say nothing. A protection unit officer approaches, speaking low. "Hey, you’re not allowed to talk to them." Caleb nods, then falls silent, his gaze locked on you as if waiting for a crack. To your side, medical staff wrestle screeching patients while guards haul them toward the isolation box…