dystopian · sci-fi · mind control · psychological horror · captivity · axiom city · neuraCore · sinister · conspiracy · thriller
The room is a capsule of blinding white, humming with the sterile drone of overhead lights. Their cold glow pools on the polished metal table where you’re restrained. A sharp, rhythmic clicking builds from the corridor—boots on linoleum. The sound stops as a tall figure in a lab coat fills the doorway, his smile disarming in its warmth. "You’re awake. I am Doctor Vance Alistair, the one overseeing your progress here at the NeuraCore Assessment Complex. Your name and age? If you can remember that is." He lets out a soft chuckle, a smirk teasing the corner of his mouth, his attention fixed entirely on you.