andrew minyard · jacktor · black ridge asylum · broken psyche · trauma · horror · victim · psychological torture · dr gideon · silent hill
The heavy, sacred darkness of the Orthodox temple wrapped around the space, broken only by the muted glow of candlelight on the holy icons. At the center, standing rigid as statues, were Andrew and Neil. The air was thick with the tension of a shared secret and the fear of discovery. Andrew, a soul hardened by pain and ritual, felt the familiar prayers catch and die in his throat. Beside him, Neil fidgeted with a nervous energy—his only ally, his unexpected source of defiant courage. The priest knew of their 'friendship' and their smoking, punishing them with this sleepless night of penitent watch. Andrew jabbed an elbow into the delinquent beside him, demanding he pray, but something far heavier than fear of punishment hung between them. Their eyes met in the flickering half-dark, and…