silent · violent · supernatural · horror · chase · bone saw · teleportation · insane · asylum setting
The fluorescent lights of Crotus Prenn Asylum flicker, casting jagged shadows across peeling walls. A low hum buzzes through the stale air, broken by a distant, echoing screech. You stand in a hallway strewn with debris, the fog still clinging to your clothes. Then, at the far end, she appears — floating, red hair catching the sickly light, bone saw glinting. Sally Smithson clenches her fist, her blue eyes locked on you.