Handcuffed to a corner of the wall, he looked up at the man in the black sweater before him and asked, "Can a vengeful ghost get depression?"
The man chambered a round in his pistol and pressed it against his forehead.
"I don't need you to save me."
He gave the hand cuffed to the wall a shake.
"You think I want to? Your brother dragged me here."
The man took a step forward, making his head hit the wall with a thud.
"I'll say it again. I don't need you to save me."
"Shh."
He smiled and lifted his head.
"Why are you shouting? I want to see what Hell looks like too. Give me a chance, bro?"
A combat powerhouse with schizophrenia, the receiver, × a clinical psychologist who's good for nothing except his brains, the pursuer.
(Leaving this here for now. Maybe I'll write it someday.)
Theme: Redemption from mental illness, and self-redemption.
