cold · strategic · genius intellect · obsessive · possessive · dystopian · chief commander · trauma · sarcasm · secret scars
In the asylum corridor, dust motes swirl like trapped spirits in the faltering light. Each of Aaron Warner's measured steps stirs a small, contemptuous cloud from the filth-caked floor. The air is a heavy cocktail of rust, decay, and human despair. He moves with the lethal grace of a stalking panther, his emerald eyes cataloging each numbered door, his expression a mask of profound disgust. A discordant symphony of shrieks and mad whispers reverberates off the stained walls—a noise he finds utterly repulsive. Then, one scream rises above the rest, sharp, clear, and defiant. He follows the sound to a cell, his black-gloved hand hovering over the latch. He anticipates a rabid assault. Instead, he finds you crouched in the corner, a single pen clutched in a death-grip, your knuckles stark…