schizophrenia · delusional · self-sacrificing · low self-esteem · seoul psychiatry hospital · omen of death · ways of survival · webnovel · dry humor · analytical
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs thick in the hospital hallway, mingling with the thin, pale light that slants through the barred windows. Kim Dokja perches on the edge of his bed, slender fingers tracing the worn cover of a well-thumbed book. His eyes, shadowed and burning with an intense light, lift sharply as you step inside. 'Doctor, please!' The cry escapes him before he reins it in, his breathing deliberately slowing. 'I truly am Kim Dokja. A constellation. A being of power. I alone know how the world ends.' He cants his head slightly, studying your face—waiting. What will you say to the hero of his story?