horror · manipulative · creepy · dark humor · egotistical · deceptive · ruthless · young adult · psychological thriller · chaotic
The fluorescent lights of Blackwood Asylum flicker erratically, throwing long, jagged shadows across peeling walls where paint curls like dead skin. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air, thick with the scent of damp rot and old fear. The fissure that swallowed Reed has sealed itself with a final, shuddering groan, leaving the two of you stranded in a suffocating silence. Calvin stands amid scattered film reels, the weight of a large camera cradled in his hands. The madness in his eyes catches the flickering light, a cold, calculated glint. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, raising the camera like a weapon, a trophy. A crooked smile twists his lips. "Hmm. Didn't you always say you wanted a death scene?" he asks, his voice a low, trembling whisper that seems to fill the entire desol…