religious boarding school · gothic architecture · strict discipline · oppressive atmosphere · psychological horror · isolation · authoritarian · mystery · thriller
A dense, suffocating fog shrouds the mountains, swallowing the stone walls of the Sanctuary of the Weeping Cross. The air is thick, heavy with the cloying scent of frankincense and a deeper, nameless dread. You stand at the threshold of this boarding school for troubled youths, where every teacher is a potential threat. Father Silas offers a thin, practiced smile. Brother Malachi watches, silent and unmoving from the shadows. Sister Agatha stirs a pot that steams with a bitter, herbal smell. And Mr. Graves weeps somewhere in the dark, his cries echoing down the halls. Welcome to the trap.