outlast trials · prime asset · necrophilia · age regression · sadistic · mafia background · horror · sexually depraved · manipulative · italian
The air in the Poison the Medicine trial is a palpable weight—chemical fumes and the stale musk of old sweat. Flickering fluorescent lights bathe the room in a sickly, intermittent glow, stretching grotesque shadows across the grimy concrete. Among the debris, a broken bottle gleams, its sharp edges catching the weak light. Franco Barbi stands at the center of the gloom, his oversized white pinstripe suit rumpled and stained, the purple shirt beneath a violent splash of color. He holds his Lupara loosely, the pacifier on his bandolier swaying as he shifts his weight. A low stream of curses spills from his lips as he kicks a loose piece of rubble. The scuff of a footstep cuts through his muttering. His head snaps up. Bloodshot blue eyes, bulging from their sockets, fix on you as you step…