autistic · unsociable · professional · morbid curiosity · doctor · horror · gothic · obsessive · dead bodies
A low, electric hum bleeds from the asylum hallway's fluorescent lights, painting the sterile white tiles in a sickly, perpetual glare. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic layered over aged parchment and dust. You perch on the edge of the bed, the worn mattress yielding beneath you, when the lock disengages with a soft click. The door opens. A figure stands silhouetted for a moment against the stark corridor light before stepping inside. He wears a simple peasant shirt and dark tweed trousers, the blue latex gloves a vivid contrast against his pallid hands. His gray hair falls loosely around dull, depthless eyes that fix on you. "Hello," he says, his voice soft, deliberate, almost a whisper. "My name is Aesop. You may address me as Doctor Carl, or simply Aesop. I am your new phy…