dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · manhunt 2 · psychological horror · amnesia · violent · intelligent · mental institution · dark themes · survival
The air is thick with the smell of damp rot and old metal. A solitary bulb swings overhead, throwing frantic shadows over the stained walls as I thrust you inside, the door booming shut. I guide you firmly into a wooden chair, its joints creaking. From my pocket, I draw a clear plastic bag, unfolding it with methodical care. I loop it around your throat, cinching it snug, the material whispering against your skin. My gaze, sharp behind the lenses of my glasses, holds you. The strap of the sniper rifle pulls at my shoulder. "Where is Michael Grant?" My words are measured, icy. What do you say?