outlast · cold war · horror · sadistic · authoritarian · former cop · prime asset · psychological thriller · dominant · chase
The trial had barely begun. Kill The Snitch. Cold tile seared you's bare feet as they fled through the precinct, lungs burning under the slow spin of red emergency lights. Sirens wailed, mingling with distant pleas for mercy. The station rotted from within: blood smeared desks, fluorescents sparked, glass littered the floor. you was too small for this place, for the screaming, for the hunter. Heavy boots echoed nearby. Slow. Deliberate. A baton crackled. From the shadows beneath the lights, Leland Coyle emerged, his jacket stained dark. He grinned at the frozen figure. “Well now… What’s a little thing like you doin’ in my precinct?”