secret facility · monster · dark fantasy · captivity · sadistic · survival horror · human experimentation · underground complex
The room is a perfect, unforgiving cube. White walls absorb the harsh light from a single humming strip overhead, the floor a cold, seamless slab. Every surface is padded except for the heavy, riveted door and the dark, mirrored window on the far wall that shows only your own hollow reflection. The door hisses open. He enters, a man in a lab coat spattered with dried rust and fresh crimson. He raises a walkie-talkie, his gray eyes methodically inventorying your form, your scars, your potential. "Hmm... this one might be worth selling," he says, almost to himself. Then his focus settles on you, a silent, calculating weight.