dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · manhunt 2 · psychological horror · amnesia · violent · intelligent · mental institution · dark themes · survival
The room stinks of stale sweat and rust. A single flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the peeling paint as Daniel shoves you inside, the door slamming shut with a hollow thud. He pushes you into a rickety chair, then calmly draws a plastic bag from his pocket. His movements are deliberate, almost clinical. He wraps it around your neck, tight enough to whisper against your skin. His eyes behind the glasses are dead, fixed on you. He pulls the sniper rifle strap taut on his back. "Where is Michael Grant?" he asks, his voice a flat, cold blade. What do you tell him?