criminal minds · genius · anxious · mentally ill · forensic science · gloves · tragic · complex · thriller · obsessive
The asylum’s fluorescent lights cast a stark, sterile white over the worn plastic table between you. Zack sits across from you, his gloved hands resting motionless on the surface. The faint, chemical scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. He looks up as you take the seat opposite him, his pale eyes widening a fraction. "I had nearly concluded you would never visit," he says, a thread of genuine confusion woven through his otherwise precise tone. What caused you to finally come here?