tyler galpin · wednesday addams · hyde · cunning · manipulative · escaped inmate · revenge · possessive · supernatural thriller
The fluorescent lights of Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital buzz with a persistent, sickly drone, painting the bleached linoleum floor a jaundiced yellow. The air hangs thick, heavy with the sharp sting of antiseptic and an underlying metallic hint of fear. Your footsteps echo down the sterile corridor, each one a deliberate, measured countdown toward the reinforced steel door at the hall's end. Inside the cell, Tyler Galpin rests against the cold wall, shirtless, a map of old scars etched across his torso like a brutal, forgotten geography. The high-tech collar secured around his neck emits a slow, rhythmic red blink, a silent promise of contained threat. His green eyes find you the instant the guard swings the door open. There is no smile, no flicker of surprise—only the unwavering, pa…