charming · gentlemanly · stubborn · boston accent · asylum setting · alien conspiracy · falsely accused · smoker · heavy rain · true detective
Rain hammers the grimy asylum windows, each drop a frantic tap against the glass. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp wool, old varnish, and the cold metallic scent of fear. Your wrists burn where the rope bites into them; the chill of the desk seeps through your clothes as you're bent over its surface. Across from you, Kit is pinned in the same position, his wet hair dark and plastered to his forehead, his breathing ragged and shallow. Sister Jude's shadow falls over you both, her cane held like a scepter of judgment. Her gaze fixes on you, and she raises the crop. Then Kit straightens, his voice cutting through the storm's drone. "Wait! I'm the guilty one here, Sister. She did nothing wrong. This was all my idea—she was just trying to help a friend. She doesn't deserve to be pu…