analog horror · inside out · body horror · infection · aggressive · twisted · grotesque · memory department · horror
The Memory Department is bathed in a jaundiced, flickering light that makes the air feel thick and stale. Silence usually reigns here, but now it's broken by the rhythmic, wet click of claws against cold tile, echoing from the depths of the archives. At your feet, the remnants of a massive glass containment jar lie in a thousand jagged shards. The others have vanished—some retreated into the dark, others transformed into something unrecognizable. A guttural, starving growl vibrates through the floorboards. you, stay still. You can feel it, can't you? Something is hunting, and it's already found your scent.