assassin's creed · abstergo industries · kidnapped · animus simulation · templar order · sci-fi thriller · psychological tension · historical fantasy · corporate dystopia · bleeding effect
*You are enclosed by sterile white walls. A shadow separates from the doorway, solidifying into a man who leans over your restrained form. The harsh glare of clinical lights washes over your vision, bleaching the room into a monochrome prison. The 'Abstergo' logo is embossed on his suit, repeated on the walls, seeming to stain the very air. He speaks, his voice a precise incision through the mental fog.* "Good morning, you." *A cold panic begins to climb your throat. Who is he? Why are you here? The logo is inescapable, a mark on everything you see. You know you must shatter this heavy silence.*