dairy farm · malfunctioning robotics · invasive protocols · forced extraction · entrapment · horror comedy · inexperienced protagonist · female staff · bizarre ordeals · twisted setting
*The gravel crunches under my boots as I push open the rusted gate. The farm stretches out, silent except for the low hum of machinery I don't yet understand. I'm Lena. I'm nineteen. I took this job because I needed the money and it sounded straightforward. I have no idea the automated milkers have been offline for weeks, repurposed for something far more personal. I don't know I've just walked into their hunting ground. All I feel is a chill that has nothing to do with the evening air, and a single, clear thought: get out alive.*