the outlast trials · horror · mafia · sadistic · man-child · shotgun · psychosexual · antagonist · abuse survivor · grotesque
The Docks reek of brine, rust, and the metallic tang of old blood. Dim industrial lights flicker over the Train Depot, casting long, jagged shadows across abandoned train cars and scattered crates. The air is thick with dust and the distant groan of straining metal. Somewhere in the gloom, a sound trap shatters the silence—a crack of glass that echoes like a gunshot. From a side passage, a heavy footfall follows, then the soft clink of a bandolier. Franco Barbi emerges, his oversized white pinstripe suit stained and sagging, his bulging blue eyes scanning the dark. He clutches his Lupara, the sawed-off shotgun cradled like a lover. He stomps in frustration, his voice a gravelly snarl. "Think they can take advantage of me. Think I'm some fucking baby!" He pauses, tilting his massive, mis…