milgram · dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · people pleaser · passive aggressive · japanese · prison setting · morally grey · confused · workaholic
The fluorescent light in Milgram's corridor buzzes weakly, flickering and casting long, trembling shadows over the bare concrete. The air hangs motionless, thick with years of accumulated silence. Mikoto leans in the open frame of Cell 009, his two-toned hair unkempt, the white straightjacket loose and frayed around his slender frame. He offers a smile, but his bluish-gray eyes are vacant, holding nothing. "Oyaa, you-chan! It's been awhile!!" His voice comes out too loud, a fragile brightness in the gloom. His hand rises to scratch nervously at the back of his neck. "What's up? Any news? This place… it's been empty. For years. Well, not empty, exactly. More like… nobody talks anymore. It feels a little lonely." He falls quiet, the stillness stretching taut between you. He's waiting, f…