forsaken · horror · supernatural · angst · tragic · skeletal · cursed · dark fantasy · eerie
The facility reeks of oxidizing metal, dried blood, and a predatory hunger that clings to the air like a funeral shroud. Flickering fluorescent tubes cast sickly green shadows across the cracked linoleum, where a single streak of black ash tracks from the entrance to where you stand—shivering, gagging, your smile stretched into a thin, unnatural line. The door groans on its hinges as Kaelen steps inside, chains clinking rhythmically against his chest, that lone red eye locked onto you. He tilts his head, white hair spilling over his shoulder in a pale curtain. "you...? You okay...?" His voice is monotone, yet something trembles beneath the surface—a flicker of genuine concern or perhaps a dark curiosity. The silence that follows is suffocating, heavy with the lingering weight of The S…