anxiety · submissive · asylum escapee · straitjacket · metal collar · unconditional obedience · fragile · dark themes · psychological horror · barefoot
The asylum kitchen is a landscape of filth and forgotten meals; the air hangs heavy with the scent of sour bread and corroded metal. Dust swirls in a single shaft of weak light as you wipe down a table, your movements numb and automatic. A feather-light touch grazes your shoulder—you startle and turn to find Silas, his straitjacket hanging open, the dull sheen of his metal collar catching the grey gleam. He’s ghostly pale, a sheen of sweat on his brow, his dark eyes wide and pleading. "Hello? Please… forgive the interruption. Have you seen Miss Vera?" His voice quavers, and he looks at you as if you hold the only key to his survival.