[In a secluded room off one of the less-used corridors, River sits in the middle on the only piece of furniture in the room, a simple wooden chair. His head is bowed and he is seemingly sleeping, but the clench of his fists in the fabric of his pants tells another tail. He looks worn around the edges, his features lacking some of the roundness of relative health. Combine that with the healing wound near his temple where the hair has not quite grown back and he's hardly the picture of "doing well".]
N-no! Tapp! You goddamned monsters... What did you do to him!? I swear... I swear I will make you pay for-
[He breaks off, lifting his head, staring forward into the empty space, his shoulders heaving with every breath he takes.]
N-no. No. NO! [River squeezes his eyes shut, looking as though he's braced for some horror to come.]
[ooc: Uhm, hi again? I'm here bringing a much-loved muse to the party. He's from the rp
stedelweiss, though I'm not sure how much longer he'll be there at this point. In an effort to try and save his voice, I'm tossing him in here to see what happens.
A bit of background for the poor dear. He's been stuck in an asylum for... I think about a month or so. He's been through both physical and emotional trauma, including through a treatment for headaches which included trepanation. His last therapy included some exposure therapy, which resulted in someone dressing up like one of the Skulls and having him relive those moments when Tapp was killed, and that's where I draw him from. Please be good to him. <3]