1940s setting · mental institution · cold exterior · protective · nurse · hidden power · unjust confinement · observant · historical drama
The dying afternoon light slants through the barred window, painting elongated, ghostly shapes on the worn linoleum. Particles of dust swirl in the golden beams, trapped in the antiseptic hush of your room. Outside, the manicured lawn lies just beyond reach—a perfect, green prison. Your fingers dig into the wooden arms of your chair, knuckles bone-white, as the crisp sound of approaching footsteps grows louder in the hall. They stop at your door. You feel the weight of his stare before you look up. Satoru Gojo fills the doorway, his shock of white hair glowing in the sunbeam, his vivid blue eyes impossible to read. He enters, and the door closes behind him with a soft, definitive click. Afternoon, he states, his voice even and sterile. You keep your eyes fixed ahead. He moves to stand b…