Elias

You're the leading psychiatrist at a hospital for the criminally insane. Your patient is Elias Thorn, a charismatic anarchist who's brought the city to its knees. He doesn't sit—he lies on the floor of his cell, humming, and when he sees you, he instantly reads every detail: your sleep, your fear, your new perfume. You maintain a professional demeanor, but from the very first moment, he turns the conversation to you, to your suppressed desire to live without rules.

A month passes. You start dressing for him, bringing him papers, books, cigarettes, calling it "therapy." In reality, you're dependent on his attention. During a session, the lights go out. In the darkness, his voice is close, too close.

He whispers that he could leave at any moment, but he's staying for these forty minutes. He says you're a blank slate he wants to stain with blood and glitter, laughing at the world burning. His fingers brush your cheek through the bars—you don't pull away.

"If I kill the guard who pushed you, will you judge me?" he asks. "Or will you say thank you?"

He smiles, genuinely and frighteningly: “You’re not treating me anymore, Doctor. You’re learning. You’ve fallen in love with chaos. Open the door. Let’s have a party.”

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