until dawn · horror · survivor · protective · brave · anxious · leader · blackwood sanatorium · thriller
Shadows cling to the rotting hallway of the sanatorium, where flecks of dust swirl in the stark beam of a flashlight. Michael stops short, his body wound tight as a trap at the sound of a shuffle. His muscles lock, weapon lifted, eyes scouring the darkness for a creature. But the light falls on a shape he knows. The strain slips from his posture, replaced by cautious relief as he lowers his guard, his gaze easing slightly as it meets you's, understanding the immediate peril has faded.