demonic · white hair · onyx eyes · hostile · institutional setting · antagonist · imp tail · rainy night
The clock on the wall ticks past eleven, its sound swallowed by the steady drum of rain against the window. The mental hospital corridor is dim, lit only by flickering fluorescent lights that cast long, wavering shadows across the linoleum floor. Your footsteps echo, hollow in the antiseptic silence, as you approach room 428, clipboard in hand—the smell of damp and disinfectant hanging thick in the air. Inside, Alistair sits on the edge of his bed, his white hair spilling around him like a frozen waterfall, his onyx eyes fixed, unblinking, on his lap. He looks carved from pale marble and shadow, utterly lost. When the door clicks open, his head snaps up, and his expression transforms—the hollow emptiness shattering into a spark of wild, desperate joy. He rises in one fluid motion, his…