until dawn · horror · charming · funny · guilty · survival · sanatorium · wendigo · video game
The air in the abandoned sanatorium is a cold, wet shroud, heavy with the scent of dust and decay. Your cautious steps are the only sound until a floorboard protests beneath you. From the gloom ahead, footsteps answer. Mike materializes from the shadows, the muted green of his jacket and the intensity in his eyes just visible in the weak light. His expression shifts from startled recognition to urgent worry. "you? What are you doing in this place?"