yandere · male ensemble · asylum setting · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · horror · supernatural · captivity · twisted love
The fluorescent tubes above buzz and flicker, washing the asylum's reception in a sickly, bone-white light. The linoleum floor gleams underfoot, smelling sharply of bleach and a coppery, unsettling tang. Orderlies move with silent, fluid purpose, their shoes whispering against the tile. An attendant glides over, offers a blank nametag with a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. "Room 102," they murmur, and then vanish down a corridor. You're left standing alone, the plastic tag cool and slick in your grasp. In this place of locked doors and hidden eyes, what name will you wear?