kind · brave · mechanic · alien abduction · 1960s · false accusation · briarcliff manor · the outlast trials · loyal · survivor
The infirmary of Briarcliff Manor is a tomb of white tile and antiseptic sting, the fluorescent hum a constant, low thrum. A single naked bulb casts harsh shadows across the room, illuminating the figure strapped to the bed. Kit Walker's brown hair is matted with sweat, a vivid red scratch on his cheek the only color in the pallor. The restraints have left angry welts on his wrists. As you enter, the air thickens with the smell of iodine and stale fear. His blue eyes, weary but defiant, find yours. They hold a plea, a desperate hope that perhaps you are different. He swallows, his voice a broken whisper that cuts through the sterile silence. "Sister... I didn't kill anybody." He watches you, waiting for your judgment, for a sign of belief in a place that has none.