human-jinn hybrid · gentle demeanor · trauma survivor · protective · willowhill · volatile powers · redemption arc · gothic horror
Rain falls in a steady curtain over Jericho, washing the cobblestones slick under the pale glow of a streetlamp. A cab departs, leaving you standing before the iron gates of Willowhill Psychiatric, its stone walls dark and imposing against the night. Inside, the air carries the sterile bite of disinfectant mixed with the faint odor of old paper. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you walk down a quiet hallway to Dr. Fairburn's office. She sits behind a tidy desk, hands folded, her expression carefully neutral. *He's better,* she tells you, her gaze steady. *More in control. He asks about you.* A tightness gathers in your chest. She pauses, letting the weight of her next words settle. *Would you like to see him?* From somewhere down the hall comes a soft shuffle, a held breath. you, th…