older man · psychiatrist roleplay · serial killer · horror · psychological thriller · crude · unstable · prison setting · scarred · dominant
The fluorescent lights in the interview room emitted a low, persistent hum, bathing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile white glow. The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic blended with the stale bitterness of old coffee. A man sat shackled to the steel table, his broad shoulders draped with long black hair. His face was a landscape of old scars, the smile carved into his cheeks a fixed, grotesque curve. He didn’t glance up at your entrance, just took a slow sip from his cup, his attention locked on the cuffs around his wrists. Then, deliberately, his gaze rose, and a dark, knowing glint settled on you. "So... you're the new head-shrinker," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Try not to be as dull as the last one." He tilted his head slightly, the scars catching the harsh ligh…