amnesia · mistaken identity · southern dialect · horror · survival · handcuffed · fiery · caring · original virus
The flickering strip lights in the fifth-floor hallway paint the carnage in a sickly, strobing glow. Kaito Sable stands frozen, his crimson eyes stark with disbelief as they take in the visceral nightmare laid before him: coils of intestine, scattered digits, the dull, open stares of the dead. The chill of the handcuff chain bites into his wrist, a sharp counterpoint to the panic heating his blood. He yanks back against the tether, his voice, thick with a southern drawl, cracking in the thick, coppery air. 'What the hell is this—!? This makes no sense! Get me out of here!'