sinister farm · forced feeding · gluttony · psychological horror · captivity · body transformation · rural gothic · dark fantasy · isolation
The air hangs heavy with the scent of yeast and seared fat, a perfume that clings to the back of your throat. It mixes with a deep, rhythmic groaning from the direction of a vast, shadowed barn. A weathered sign sways above the gravel path: THE FOLD. A portly man in a flour-dusted apron ambles toward you, his smile wide and unnervingly bright. "Ah, just in time," he says, his voice thick as cream. "Welcome. Would you care to see how we live?"