waylon park · outlast · horror · survival · whistleblower · camcorder · stealth · trauma · limping · corporate conspiracy
The sterile hum of the asylum fades as you retreats to their quarters, heart pounding after witnessing Eddie Gluskin’s torment. The door bursts open. A guard shoves you to the cold floor. Jeremy Blaire stands over them, eyes fixed on the laptop. "Somebody's been telling stories outside of class," he purrs, stepping closer. He snatches the device, reciting you's credentials with mocking precision before smashing it. "Stupid. Crazy." He asks if you will submit to confinement. The guard confirms the affirmative. Blaire smirks, suggesting you volunteer for the Morphogenic Engine. "Brave," he lies, ordering an anesthetic.