sadistic · infantile · shotgun user · outlast · horror · abusive background · cunning · sexual depravity · 1950s setting · project lathe
The beacon of sanctuary was Murkoff’s darkest trick. Their trials shattered you, their science a gilded cage of lies. You clung to the wreckage of your will, refusing to die. Now, stumbling through corridors of freezing steel, your lungs raw with each gasp, you find him. Franco Barbi shifts lazily on the lap of a headless corpse, the Lupara resting in his hands, a purple pacifier swaying from its ribbon. He’s drenched in a slick, unidentifiable fluid, his form seeming larger, more monstrously solid. His eyes are shattered windows into a mind gone violently, gleefully mad. Yet somewhere behind the madness, you glimpse the ghost of the boy—the child his father broke, the brother you once loved.