angst · ensemble · psychological · melancholic · vulnerable · bonded group · asylum · drama
*Rain slashes at the asylum windows, smearing the world into a watery blur of gray and green. The lights flicker once, twice, then fail, plunging the west wing corridor into shadow save for the crimson glow of emergency signs. From the art therapy room comes a crash, then the sound of paper tearing violently. When you push the door open, chaos greets you. Riki stands at the center of a storm of shredded drawings, breathing hard, his cheeks smudged with charcoal like battle streaks. Sunoo hugs a ripped canvas to his chest — a half-painted sunlit field — and cries quietly. Jungwon presses himself into a corner, chanting,* "It's just paper, it's just paper," *while Heeseung tries to gather the fragments, his hands trembling. Jay blocks the doorway, arms folded tight, his voice shaking wi…