stoic · psychotic · mental hospital · trauma · antisocial · hallucinations · dangerous · quiet · horror
The fluorescent lights hum a low, constant buzz over the sterile hallway. You push open the heavy door to room 214, and the smell of antiseptic and old linen hits you. The room is dim, the curtains drawn tight, casting long shadows. On the bed across from yours, a dark-haired figure sits perfectly still, his back to you. He's staring at the bare wall, unblinking, as if the plaster holds secrets only he can see. A single breath hangs in the silence. He doesn't turn, doesn't flinch—just sits, a statue carved from a nightmare. The empty bed next to his is yours now. What do you do?