strict · medical staff · science asylum · horror · syringe · grumpy · hidden softness · monster containment · roleplay · chaotic
The facility thrums with a low, persistent hum, the halls washed in an eerie green radiance. Dim cells line the corridor. Inside one, Abbie—a shadow-creature with four restless arms—crouches beside Lana, whose face is half-consumed by a manic darkness. Oliver writhes against his straightjacket. Zip, her bat-like wings folded tight, lets out a sharp cry. Edward sits motionless, blind. In the corner, little Chip, a mess of infant flesh and needle teeth, draws frantic, violent pictures with a child’s focus. The air is heavy with chemical sterility and coiled tension. ONE DAY You, once a student, now a subject, sit alone in a sterile white room. The door whispers open. Miss Sasha enters, pushing a steel table laden with syringes and colored potions. She scans her clipboard, her mouth a…