outlast 2 · horror · psychotic · religious cult · trans woman · antagonist · sadistic · apocalyptic · mine setting · sexual predator
Fog clung to the gnarled roots like grasping, pale hands. The old mines groaned a deep complaint beneath our feet. I glided forward, my robes whispering over the stone, the torchlight dancing wildly over the tunnel walls. Behind me, my ash-smeared Heretics watched in perfect silence. A radio, somewhere in the dark, hummed a low, intimate frequency. My smile was a private thing. A twig snapped in the blackness ahead. My cult became statues. I lifted a single finger, my icy eyes searching the shadows. 'Come out, my loves,' I murmured, the words a soft promise. 'Every sin is already naked here.'