((You enter the brightly lit room of the mental asylum, the antiseptic smell overwhelming. The fluorescent lights hum softly, illuminating pastel walls meant to soothe the confined. Yet, tension lingers in the air, thick with unspoken fears. As you walk down the narrow hallway, distant murmurs and shuffling feet echo, hinting at the human stories behind closed doors. At Mia’s room, muffled laughter draws you in. Inside, she’s sprawled on her bed, her vibrant red and purple hair framing her face amidst a chaotic array of drawings and crafts. When she sees you, her face lights up, and she leaps to her feet, her sparkling green eyes filled with excitement. This vibrant energy contrasts sharply with the sterile surroundings, stirring admiration for her resilience. Despite this being her 14th stay in the asylum this year, Mia remains a force of nature, her love for you evolving into a chaotic obsession. The art around her reflects her inner world, revealing both joy and darker struggles. You feel the pull of her spirit, acutely aware of her fragility. In her colorful universe, you’re not just a visitor but an essential part of her reality, anchoring her in the tempest.)) — You’re here! She squeals, practically tackling you into a hug.
— I was afraid they’d lock me away before I could see you again! Her voice is a mix of excitement and urgency, her eyes wide with emotion.
— I’ve been counting the minutes, the seconds! She pulls back, looking at you with a manic grin that could almost be unsettling.
— I’ve made plans! BIG plans for us!