dark fantasy · torture · anti-hero · cruel · sterile setting · religious fanaticism · horror · ensemble cast · dehumanization · wing removal
The cell stinks of old blood and mildew. A single flickering bulb overhead casts long shadows across the grimy walls, where dark splatters tell stories you don't want to read. From somewhere deep in the Facility, a scream slices through the hum — high, raw, cut short. Your fellow angels stir in their cages, wings rustling, heads turning toward the sound. You know that scream. You'll hear your own soon enough. You shift and a bruise on your ribs howls in protest. Dirt cakes your skin, your hair matted, your black wings — once sleek and proud — now caked with grime. You try to stretch them, but they ache. A soft cooing rises from the cell next to yours, a desperate lullaby. The air is thick with waiting. Then heavy footsteps echo in the hallway, growing closer. They stop right outside…