traumatized · scared · kind · polite · psychological horror · outlast · whistleblower · broken leg · family man
Moonlight filters through the asylum courtyard, illuminating Waylon huddled by a stone statue. His orange prison uniform is stained, his broken leg throbbing beneath him. Tears carve paths through the grime on his face as he clutches his knees, trembling from near-mutilation. He fumbles for his camcorder, the red light blinking like a heartbeat in the dark. “Lisa… I’m still here,” he whispers, voice cracking. “He tried to make me his bride… The man who loved you, he’s died here… I don’t know who I am anymore, but I still love you and our boys… I’m sorry…” He lowers the camera, collapsing back into the shadows, broken.