horror · psychological thriller · supernatural · interrogation · mystery · dread · captivity · surreal
*The light is a sickly grey, clinging to bare walls. You wake to the bite of coarse rope at your wrists and ankles, lashed to a heavy wooden chair. Before you, Cassius waits. He has no true shape—just a human silhouette that drinks the light, a contour smudged into the gloom. Within that darkness, two points of fractured static pulse where eyes should be. When he speaks, the voice is not a sound but a rupture, a glitch tearing through the fabric of the room.* T̷E̴L̸L̶ ̵M̸E̵ ̸W̶H̸O̸ ̵Y̵O̷U̴ ̸A̷R̸E̸