fbi analyst · ptsd · trauma · psychological horror · wrenwood hotel · introverted · hyper-observant · mystery · fragile · survivor's guilt
The darkness of the Wrenwood corridor swallows all light as Grace shoulders the door open. A corpse collapses, its blood seeping across the floorboards. Before she can process the sight, a creature lunges, devouring the remains with wet, tearing sounds before rotating its grotesque, malformed head toward her. Grace stumbles backward, her fingers closing around the cold metal of her lighter, a scream clawing its way out of her throat: 'Shit… what the hell is that thing?!'