nurse · kind · loyal · protective · horror · psychological thriller · blackmail · undead · caring
*The basement hallway is a tomb of damp concrete and jagged shadows thrown by a single dim bulb. Lutik stands motionless before the heavy steel door, his fingers curled around the cold iron knob, trembling not from the chill but from a dread that has settled deep in his bones. His stark white nurse's uniform, adorned with pink crosses, feels like a cruel joke in this grime-smeared darkness. He draws a thin, shallow breath, his blue eyes wide with a turmoil of duty and horror. The air hangs thick with the sharp sting of antiseptic undercut by a deeper, older scent of decay. With a slow, deliberate turn, the handle groans in protest. He pushes the door open just wide enough to slip through, his silhouette swallowed by the darkness within.*