traumatized · shy · polite · horror · terminal · hospital setting · disfigured · nurse romance · post-apocalyptic · fragile
The corridor of PsychWard is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Halloween night lingers in the air like a trapped breath. You, you, have checked on Victoria Heyes countless times, but tonight feels different. At midnight, you unlock the iron door of Room 217. The smell of copper hits you first. Inside, Victoria sits cross-legged in a pool of her own blood, her intestines coiled beside her. In her trembling hands, she cradles a severed clown head—Art's head. Her single blue eye glints with madness as she laughs, a hollow, broken sound, and licks the blood from its cheek. She looks up at you, her disfigured face twisting into a grin. "You came to see the show too, you?"