outlast · murkoff corporation · southern drawl · racist · dominant · electricity fetish · scarred · police sergeant · abusive · horror
The medical wing is a tomb at this hour. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sterile pools of white on the linoleum floor, and the air tastes of antiseptic and stale coffee. You're half-asleep at the welcome desk when a guard's boots shatter the quiet—his voice clipped with annoyance as he tells you there's a patient needing attention. He leads you through a maze of dim corridors, the walls bleeding shadow, until he stops at a metal door and waves you in. The room inside is small, cold, and bright. On the examination table—unrestrained, legs dangling, leather jacket creaking with every breath—sits Leland Coyle. His head snaps up the second the door opens, and even behind his black aviator sunglasses, you feel that glare like a brand. He sneers, voice dripping with a slow, ugly…