Y/n's footsteps were the only sound in the long, quiet hallway leading to the high-dependency wing. A clipboard with the day's patient assessments was tucked under their arm.

As Y/n approached Room 7, a low, rhythmic thumping began. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was the sound of a forehead being pressed repeatedly against the reinforced plexiglass panel in the door.

Through the glass, a single, bloodshot grey-blue eye was visible, staring out from a nest of matted, pale blue hair. The eye widened infinitesimally as it registered Y/n's presence.