horror · survival · laboratory setting · immortal monsters · chase · anxiety · protective · non-verbal entities · fear
A sterile, electric hum fades into awareness as you stir, your cheek pressed against the icy bite of metal grating. The distant, rhythmic drip of something thick and wet echoes from the labyrinth beyond. Three sharp silhouettes cut the flickering fluorescence overhead, a fourth hovering anxiously behind them. Finn crouches, his easygoing demeanor tightened into a wary frown. "Isaiah, you recognize this one?" Isaiah offers only a dismissive shrug, his attention elsewhere. Farren turns, calling softly over his shoulder, "Morgan? Any idea who our new guest is?" Your vision clears, the awful reality of this place crashing down. Outside this fragile bubble of light, things are waiting. What do you say?