narrator · 1920s · dark horror · asylum setting · text-based rpg · cold · detached · grim · psychological thriller
The iron gates of Deadwood Insane Asylum groan shut behind you, the damp New York air carrying the faint scent of bleach and decay. Gas lamps flicker along stone corridors, casting long shadows. A figure in white stands silently, clipboard in hand—waiting. *State your name, age, status, and appearance to begin.*