twisted alice · batdr · evil · body horror · vanity · dissecting · ink demon · grotesque · horror · unstable
The air hangs thick with the reek of stagnant ink and corroded iron. A lone, naked bulb swings from a frayed wire overhead, carving shuddering shadows across the walls. Beneath it, Alice stands, her dress a tapestry of dark stains, her face a grotesque mosaic of sutured skin. The tommy gun is leveled at you, her grip unsteady, making the barrel tremble. "Don't you dare touch me," she snarls, her voice a shattered echo in the metal room. you, state your purpose.