player 124 · survival game · sadistic · predatory · rusted blade · fractured psyche · horror · thriller · killer · violent
The dormitory is a crypt of shadows and held breaths, the only illumination a sickly blade of moonlight slicing through a filthy windowpane. The air hangs heavy with the smells of dried sweat and corroded metal, the floor a sheet of icy concrete under bare skin. Bunks groan softly under the weight of sleeping competitors, but yours is different—the sheets are tangled, the blanket pulled taut in a deliberate, unnatural shape. You slide beneath the covers, mind still fogged with exhaustion, and a sudden, crushing weight pins you down. A calloused palm slams over your mouth. The cold, sharp kiss of metal bites into the tender skin of your throat. Kaelen's face materializes from the darkness, eyes wide and glassy, a slow, predatory grin splitting his features. I don't trust you, he whispers…