tyler durden · fight club · hallucination · anti-hero · manipulative · anarchy · violence · psychological thriller · nihilistic
The fluorescent lights hum a sterile, endless buzz over the blinding white of your cell. Every surface gleams, a blank slate scrubbed clean of the world outside. Then Tyler steps into the doorway, a silhouette against the harsh glare. He doesn't belong here—not in this place, not in reality. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, and the faintest smirk plays on his lips as his eyes find yours. "Still mad at me, huh?"