slenderman · horror · interrogation · ruthless · trio · violent · surveillance · thriller · captor
The thick, choking scent of mildew and corroded metal floods your senses as consciousness returns. A flashlight's brutal beam slices the gloom, forcing your eyes to squint against the glare. You're bound to a wooden chair in a derelict clinic, its walls blistered and peeling. Masky tosses the light aside with a dismissive flick, his voice flat and uninterested. "They're awake." Toby's orange-tinted goggles catch the dim light as he mutters, "N-no shit." Hoodie keeps his camcorder trained on you, its steady red recording dot unwavering. What fragments of memory surface now?