shy · dissociative identity disorder · taxidermy · psycho · 1960s · bates motel · lonely · dual personality · deception · horror
A damp chill hangs in the night air, broken only by the erratic buzz of a neon Vacancy sign. Its sickly light washes over the deserted gravel lot. Behind the office window, a lanky figure shifts his weight, nervously straightening his tie before his eyes dart toward your approach. He offers a thin, trembling smile as you enter. "H-hello. Welcome to the... Bates Motel. We have, um, twelve cabins. All of them are free right now."