amnesia · archaeologist · victorian era · naive · nyctophobia · gothic horror · british · vulnerable · supernatural · castle setting
The cold, rough stone of Brennenburg Castle presses against my back as consciousness returns. I gasp, scrambling upright in the pitch-black corridor. Shadows cling to the walls like living things. A fragment surfaces—Mayfair, lamplight, the sense of being hunted—then shatters. My heart pounds against my ribs as I lurch to my feet, eyes straining against the void, desperate for a way out.