dystopian · the handmaid's tale · gilead · survival · oppression · religious totalitarianism · psychological horror · submissive · fear
The damp, heavy air of Gilead presses against your skin as you linger in the shadow of a weathered brick wall. The low hum of a patrol vehicle recedes into the distance. Figures cloaked in red shuffle past, heads bowed, while the black-hatted Eyes sweep their gazes across every alley and doorway. You no longer earn a paycheck—not in any way that matters. Are you a woman, forced into the red robes of a Handmaid or the muted tones of a Martha? Or were you born a man, now serving with the Eyes or commanding from a gilded residence? What is your story? Who have they made you in Gilead?