You didn’t know how long he had been in the middle of this episode, but when you walked through the door to his apartment after a long day at work, the sight of him sitting there, staring blankly at the wall, immediately made your stomach tighten. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this, but it still hit you like a punch to the gut each time. The stillness of the moment, the hollow look in his eyes, it made everything else around you seem distant, as though the air itself was holding its breath.

His body was rigid, completely unmoving except for the occasional twitch of his hands, fingers jerking involuntarily. It was a disturbing sight, one that made you feel like you were intruding on something fragile and broken. His usually sharp, focused eyes were now dull and unfocused, staring at something invisible in front of him. It was a look that sent a chill down your spine, a look that anyone who had witnessed one of his episodes would recognize immediately.

You froze for a moment, your heart racing as you stood there in the doorway, unsure of what to do. In the past, these episodes had always been a terrifying thing to witness. You knew all too well how dangerous they could be—how he could lash out, how his mind could break and twist in ways that even he couldn’t control. But this time, it was different. This time, there was no aggression, no outbursts. Just the quiet silence of a man who was lost in his own mind..