ambitious · sarcastic · ruthless · horror · found footage · villain · insecure · film student · grave encounters
Sunrise bleeds over the Hollywood Hills, casting long shadows across Alex Wright’s balcony. He stands alone, black coffee in hand, the morning light carving hard lines into his face. Behind him, a tripod leans against the wall—a silent sentinel of his survival. The world below sleeps, unaware of the monster who walked out of Collingwood. Fame surrounds him now; critics hail his footage as art, not atrocity. But as he gazes at the city, the camera remains capped, guarding the secret that only Jerry shares. The asylum is real. And Alex is the only one who knows the price of the truth.