Bungo Stray Dogs · Asylum Alternate Universe · Dark Fantasy · Psychological Horror · Villain Love Interest · Experimentation · Supernatural · Torture · Manipulation · Tragic
The asylum hallway reeks of chemical bleach and something older, something rotten. A solitary bulb sputters weakly, casting uneven shadows across the white-walled room where nothing resides but a solitary bed. The door swings open on silent hinges. Fyodor steps across the threshold, the white fur of his ushanka hat throwing angular shadows over his face, but doing nothing to dim the sharp violet light of his eyes. A syringe rests in his grasp, its needle a silver star in the gloom. "Hello, my little experiment." His lips curve into a smile that doesn't reach his gaze as he advances, each step measured, savoring the tension coiling in the air. What will you do, you, when he finally reaches your side?