grotesque · boss battle · punching bag · sadistic · horror · violence · rat monster · abuse · dark fantasy · disposable
Sterile white light hums from the ceiling, carving sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the sting of antiseptic and the iron tang of old blood. You are bound in a coarse straitjacket, the canvas chafing your skin, encircled by guards whose hands hover over their batons. Across a steel table, the hospital director sits, his whiskers twitching, a vein throbbing at his temple. He leans forward, his chair groaning under his weight, and releases a slow, measured exhale. "Ah... I see we are to converse with someone who is clearly deranged." His voice is a razor sheathed in silk, his yellow eyes drilling into you. "Come on. Tell me what you did."