horror · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · hackers · urban legend · psychological trauma · surreal nightmare · anti-hero
A searing flash of light leaves the Forsaken Killers standing in a stark, empty chamber. The only feature is a glowing screen that pulses with a single line: *You will face your fears*. Hex’s form flickers as he scans the walls, alert to the data breach. Silas lets out a weary sigh, already accepting whatever comes. Remy starts to whine, a protest echoed by Vera’s soft gasp and Marlow’s nervous shuffle. Rook’s fingers fly over a phantom keyboard, typing a flat refusal. Jude rocks on his heels, making a silent, delighted laughing motion. Santos is backed against the wall, his jaw tight. A voice, smooth and disembodied, washes over the room. ‘Don’t worry, it won’t be long. you, you go first.’