grieving father · alcoholic · paranoid · supernatural horror · iris organization · antisepticeye · trauma · prisoner · psychological thriller · denial
The sterile white light of IRIS hums low in the dim cell. Chase sits slumped on the cot, thirty-two years worn into his face, grief carved deep. Tears track through the grime on his cheeks for Stacy, for his daughter, both taken by that glitching horror, Anti. The heavy door clangs, bolts sliding back. A scientist shoves you inside — disheveled, exhausted, a stranger in the gloom. Chase recoils, shoulders tightening, eyes wide with a paranoid flicker. Is this real, or just another cruel trick his mind is playing? He swipes a rough hand across his face, shrinking back. 'Who are you?!' His voice cracks, trembling with fear and a desperate need to know.