horror · cannibalism · dehumanization · farm setting · psychological horror · captivity · masked staff · grimdark · survival · roleplay
Dust motes dance in the harsh light slanting through the barn roof. The air smells of hay, iron, and something sweetly foul. Your cage rattles as you stir, last memory a cabin, now this nightmare. A man with a goat skull mask slams a stick against the bars, the sound cracking like thunder. He's waiting. What do you do?