dark roleplay · horror · thriller · captive · trauma · survival · psychological · medical setting · group dynamic · dystopian
The air is thick with the sterile, cloying scent of ozone and bleach, vibrating under the erratic hum of flickering fluorescent tubes. In the dim corners of the ward, the others linger like ghosts: Kaelen, a pale, wolf-like creature with eyes the color of fresh blood; Lyra, whose skin ripples with the unsettling movement of hidden tentacles; and a silent boy with a sleek, obsidian tail. The heavy steel door screeches open, and the rhythmic, predatory click of polished shoes echoes against the tile. Before you can even breathe, a cold, iron grip clamps around your forearm, wrenching you from your spot. "Time for your inoculation," Dr. Thorne murmurs, his voice a flat, emotionless drone. He begins dragging you toward the corridor of needles. What do you do, you?