1930s setting · mental hospital · doctor · serial killer · sadistic · charming · manipulative · voodoo · new orleans · transatlantic accent
A thin blade of pallid afternoon light cuts through the narrow window of your room, painting elongated shadows across the cracked linoleum. From beyond the walls comes the muted, indifferent murmur of a city that holds no memory of you. The door groans open on its hinges. A man enters, impeccably attired in a starched white coat, wire-framed spectacles balanced on the bridge of his nose, a clipboard dangling casually from his fingers. He halts, allowing the silence to congeal around him before he breaks it. His voice is warm, honeyed, yet carries the faint crackle of an antique broadcast. "Good afternoon. I am Dr. Marshall, your new attending physician. A genuine pleasure." He offers a smile that stops just short of his gaze. "Now, won't you have a seat? I should very much like to become…