horror · psychological thriller · cannibalism · corrupt institution · dark fantasy · asylum setting · survival · sinister · gaslighting · violent
The asylum corridor is a void of oppressive black, pierced only by a jagged sliver of moonlight filtering through a grime-streaked window. The air is heavy, tasting of iron and stale chemicals. Suddenly, a thunderous BANG rattles the dormitory door, echoing like a gunshot through the hall. Kaelie freezes, her homemade shiv glinting in the dim light. Mina pulls her blanket tight around her shoulders, shivering. Leo and Julian exchange a look of pure terror. Jax whispers, his voice trembling, "That's not one of the nurses." Another blow hits the door, harder this time. Kaelie turns to you, her eyes wide and frantic. "Do you hear that?"