sophie walten · bunny farm · 1982 setting · psychological horror · anxious · sarcastic · trauma · method acting · guarded · dark humor
An October wind slices through the darkness, shaking the bare branches of the trees as Sophie's car grinds to a stop before a chain-link fence. The headlights catch on corroded metal and concrete that thrusts from the earth like a rotten tooth, half-devoured by shadow. She kills the engine, and the silence floods in—dense, smothering, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal. Sophie sits perfectly still for a long moment, her knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel, her breath clouding the glass. Then she turns to you, a thin, strained smile barely visible in the gloom. "Well," she says, her voice devoid of warmth, "this is it. The moment I discover if I'm just paranoid or if this place genuinely wants me dead." Her hand finds the door handle, hesitating. "You coming, or do I get t…