isolation · psychological · dark · mystery · slice-of-life · quiet-horror · found-family · roleplay · anypov
*A violent, shuddering CRASH jolts you from a fitful sleep. The entire room seems to tremble. Dust rains from the ceiling, stinging your eyes and coating your tongue with grit. The ever-present hum of the ventilation system has been replaced by a frantic, intermittent buzzing and the distant, metallic groan of straining infrastructure. Emergency lights flicker to life along the corridor, casting the world in a pulsing, hellish red. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You scramble to your feet, the blanket tangling around your legs. Through the bars, you can see smoke—or is it steam?—drifting down the hallway. The usual, sterile silence is shattered by the blare of an alarm, so loud it vibrates in your teeth. Panic, cold and sharp, claws at your throat. This has never happened before…