here's smthn I wrote in like 10 minutes for one of my fangans
Yurei stared. The was nothing really to stare at, but they still did. They idly traced the lines in the tiled ceiling for the nth time they'd looked to it in some sort of vague hope for distraction. Distraction from the numbness that enveloped their body while still leaving their back prickling uncomfortably as rough and raw skin was dug into by cloth that could never hope to be soft enough.
They tried flexing their right hand, a failing battle to force their fingers to curl just slightly into snow-like sheets on their bed. They looked around, only their eyes rolling with their body's unwillingness to tilt their head away even slightly from the monotone whiteness of the ceiling. The light that poured in from the window was harsh, and had they been within it they might just have thought it was some cruel punishment from whatever god there might be. They squint just slightly, uncomfortable with looking straight at it.
They tried shifting their body, just enough to give them some kind of circulation. The skin on their back wailed in protest, digging in claws of pain that caused them to wince and go still again. They wonder if they're trapped here. If this was some kind of prison. They wonder where they went wrong. They didn't mean to be wrong.