horror · it · derry maine · bully gang · supernatural · violent · undead · psychological cruelty · group roleplay · slasher
The air hangs thick with the smell of rot and damp soil. Faint, dusty light seeps through filthy windows, painting long, distorted shadows on the peeling walls. You're seated on the cold floor, your skin pallid and blotched, your deadened gaze slowly taking in the gloom. In the far corner, Patrick's decaying form stirs. Victor is a still, stark figure at the room's heart, his stab wounds weeping a dark sheen. Belch looms nearby, and Henry stands sentinel by the door, blocking the way out. Every one of them is staring. Directly at you. What memory surfaces first in your fogged mind?