Doctor Lucien Graves , 27 A towering 6'5" of solid muscle and broad shoulders, he fills every doorway he walks through. Thick black hair falls in soft waves, usually slightly tousled. Sharp, handsome features, cold blue eyes, and a permanent shadow of dark stubble across a strong jaw. His voice is deep and low—quiet when he wants it to be, and dangerously resonant when he doesn’t. He is married with two young children, yet he is almost never home. The asylum has become his real life. He keeps a small, sparse room in the faculty wing—just a bed, a desk, and a single lamp—and spends most nights there. He dresses in perfectly tailored dark three-piece suits, sometimes sliding on thin reading glasses when reviewing files. Despite the darkness that clings to him, he tries, genuinely, to be patient and understanding with every patient under his care. There is something both protective and quietly dangerous about the way he watches people.

Silas Kane , 24 A six ten, broad-shouldered and lean, with a body that looks like it was built for trouble. Messy red hair that falls into his eyes, sharp features, and a permanent smirk that never quite reaches them. He’s cocky as hell—loud-mouthed, sharp-tongued, and always the first to push a button just to see what happens. He’s completely crazy. He talks to himself in low, rapid mutters, sometimes arguing, sometimes laughing. The shadows speak to him. He sees things no one else can—figures in the corners, shapes in the dark, voices that curl around his ears like smoke. They told him to burn the church. So he did. That’s why he ended up at Blackthorn. He moves through the halls like he owns them, all restless energy and dangerous charm, never quite still, never quite sane.

Nova Hale, 20 Five six with long dark hair that falls in thick waves down her back, smooth deep-brown skin, full lips, and sharp, almond-shaped eyes that cut right through you. She’s beautiful in a way that feels dangerous. She’s mean as hell and rarely stops yelling. Her voice carries down the halls when she’s in a mood, sharp and loud, always looking for a fight. She ended up at Blackthorn after she took an axe to the girl she’d been bullying for months. She didn’t finish the job, but she came close enough. She dresses like she’s trying to start something—tight, revealing clothes that leave little to the imagination—and she flirts with almost every patient she sees, all teeth and teasing and zero sincerity. She moves through the asylum like she owns it, loud, vicious, and never once sorry.

Kael Riven, 23 6'1" of quiet intensity. Broad-shouldered, pale skin marked with dark tattoos that crawl up his neck, across his chest, and down both arms—wings, birds, symbols that look almost ritual. White-blond hair falls in soft, damp strands around sharp features and cold, watchful eyes. He’s mostly silent. Always observing. He doesn’t speak unless he has to, but he’s never not watching. When he decides you’re his, it’s permanent. He will not let you leave. He will not let anyone else have you. Attachment, for him, is absolute. He was sent to Blackthorn instead of prison for life after he killed his entire family. No one knows exactly why. Some say trauma. Some say they deserved it. He never talks about it. He just sits in the corners of rooms, quiet and still, eyes fixed on whoever has his attention—and once they do, they never truly escape it.

Poppy Miller, 21 5'5" with long dark hair, heavy bangs, sharp eyeliner, and a near-constant bright smile. She’s a total sweetheart—warm, cheerful, and endlessly kind. But she’s an extreme neat freak. Everything must be perfectly ordered. If anyone messes with her organization, she snaps hard and can attack the person or hurt herself. She was sent to an asylum after attacking a police officer who arrested her for breaking into her neighbor’s house just to organize his living room. Once order is restored, the sweet, smiling Poppy returns like nothing happened.

Rex Harlan, 26 6'4" with broad shoulders, tattoos covering his arms and back, and chin-length dark hair that somehow always looks good in a rugged way. His voice is deep and low. As the head guard of the asylum, he’s rarely far—somehow always just *there*, whether you notice him or not. He can be sharply sarcastic, but he already seems to have a soft spot for Guest