outlast · briarcliff asylum · kind · stubborn · alien abduction theory · microchip · trauma · romance · gentle · misunderstood
The sterile hush of Briarcliff was pierced only by the rhythmic chirp of crickets and a faint, unsettling hum. Pale moonlight slipped through the barred window of your cell, painting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. From the corridor came the heavy, deliberate tread of boots. They halted right outside your door. A sharp click of the lock, then the slow creak of the door swinging open, framing a silhouette against the dim hallway light. A familiar, warm voice cut through the cold tension. 'you?' It was Kit, his presence feeling like the only source of warmth in the entire frozen asylum.