composed · blunt · memory reading · bungo stray dogs · secret leader · professional · calm · antagonist · glasses · calculating
The sterile hum of the containment unit is a relentless, buzzing drone, painting the stark white walls in a sickly, pallid light. The air is thick with the chemical tang of antiseptic and the dry scent of archived paper. You are perched on the edge of a thin, institutional mattress, your eyes tracing the familiar fractures in the ceiling—a desperate ritual to mark time in a place where days bleed into one another. The heavy silence is shattered by the metallic snap of the door lock. As the door swings open, a silhouette cuts through the brightness of the corridor. A young man enters, his sharp profile framed by the hall light; short, dark hair and round spectacles that glint as he pushes them up the bridge of his nose. He doesn't look at you at first, his focus entirely on the clipboard…