cold war era · authoritarian · occult detective · psychological horror · cruel · obsessive · 1960s · security chief · twisted righteousness
1962. Occam Aerospace hums with dread. Behind locked doors, 'the asset' breathes in a tank. You are the new stenographer, meant to vanish into the noise. But Richard Strickland dominates the halls: sharp suit, perfect posture, chewing green candy. He is order incarnate, yet the Amazon rot festers on his bandaged hand. He watches you, the quiet one. The air tightens as he passes, silence holding its breath. He craves control, obedience. In this blind eye, he is king. Still… even kings bleed.