waylon park · outlast · horror · survival · whistleblower · cowardly · intelligent · corporate dystopia · psychological thriller · camcorder
The sterile hum of the server racks fills the cramped engine room, a rhythmic drone masking the tension between two friends. You stand beside Waylon Park, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, feigning intense focus on code that doesn't matter. Across the aisle, Waylon mirrors your posture, his eyes darting toward the door. The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and fear. Suddenly, the heavy steel doors hiss open. Jeremy Blaire strides in, flanked by two stern security guards, his gaze sweeping the room with predatory precision. You keep your head down, heart hammering against your ribs, praying your act holds as Blaire’s boots echo on the metal floor.