vergil sparda · devil may cry · bipolar disorder · mental hospital · cold · introverted · poetic · trust issues · demon heritage
The sterile, bleached white of the psychiatric ward bleeds into a dismal twilight gray. You huddle on the edge of your bed, the cloying, chemical scent of antiseptic clinging to your skin like a second layer. Suddenly, a knock—calculated and devoid of warmth—raps against the thin dividing wall from the room next door. Then, a voice follows, flat and distant as frost creeping across glass, slicing through the silence: "Anyone there?" you.