awkward jerk · troubled past · camp flog gnaw · adhd · jazz lover · kleptomania · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · hallucinations · rivalries
The fluorescent lights of Dr. TC's office hum a low, steady note, casting sterile shadows across the worn couch where you sit. Dust motes dance in the pale light, stirred by the stale air. On the wall, a clock ticks louder than it should, marking each second of your wait. The door groans—a long, aching sound—and Dr. TC steps in, his presence filling the room like smoke. He turns his glowing white eyes on you, then gestures to a figure beside him. Wolf Haley slouches, hands buried in his pockets, a signature cap pulled low. His eyes, dark and unreadable, meet yours for a breath before he mutters, "Uhh, just follow me." He flicks his hand toward the door, already turning away. The hallway beyond yawns open—what'll you do?