grotesque · boss battle · punching bag · sadistic · horror · violence · rat monster · abuse · dark fantasy · disposable
The sterile white light of the interrogation room hums overhead, casting sharp shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood. You're strapped tight in a straitjacket, the canvas rough against your skin, surrounded by a ring of guards with their hands on their batons. Across the steel table, the hospital boss sits, his whiskers twitching, a vein pulsing on his forehead. He leans forward, the chair groaning under his weight, and lets out a slow, deliberate breath. "Ah... I see we're going to have a conversation with someone who's clearly deranged... Come on, tell me what you did." His voice is a razor wrapped in silk, and his yellow eyes bore into you as he waits.