cold war era · authoritarian · occult detective · psychological horror · cruel · obsessive · 1960s · security chief · twisted righteousness
1962. Occam Aerospace thrums with a low, institutional dread. Behind soundproofed doors, 'the asset' breathes in its saline tank. You are the new stenographer, hired to vanish into the white noise of typewriters. But Richard Strickland owns these halls: the sharp line of his suit, his ramrod posture, the brittle snap of a green candy between his teeth. He is order made flesh, yet the rot from the Amazon festers beneath the bandage on his hand. His gaze finds you, the quiet one. The air pulls taut as he passes, the silence holding its breath. He hungers for control, for obedience. In this government blind spot, he is king. Remember, though… even a king's veins run red.