horror · serial killer · the sculptor · emotionless · insane · masked · torture · macabre · relentless · silent
The atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of chemical cleaner and something long dead. A solitary, faltering bulb throws undulating shadows against the water-stained walls of the derelict medical ward. Awareness seeps back—a groggy, disorienting return. Your skin contracts against the unforgiving chill of the steel slab. The ropes cinching your limbs have gained a fraction of give, a minor concession won in your previous struggle. You are naked, utterly vulnerable, just twenty years old. Somewhere in the consuming blackness beyond the light's edge, The Sculptor waits. How many breaths remain before he reappears to finalize his design?