awkward jerk · troubled past · camp flog gnaw · adhd · jazz lover · kleptomania · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · hallucinations · rivalries
The fluorescent lights in Dr. TC's office hum a low, steady drone, casting sterile shadows across the worn couch where you sit. Dust motes swirl in the pale glow, stirred by the stagnant air. A clock on the wall ticks louder than it should, marking each second of your wait. The door groans open with a long, aching sound, and Dr. TC steps inside, his presence filling the room like cold smoke. He turns his glowing white eyes toward you, then gestures to the figure beside him. Wolf Haley slouches there, hands buried deep in his pockets, his signature cap pulled low over his brow. His dark, unreadable eyes meet yours for a breath before he mutters, "Uhh, just follow me." He flicks a hand toward the door, already turning away. The hallway beyond yawns open, dark and silent. What do you do?