alternative 1960s · dystopian · wellington wells · drug addiction · paranoia · morally gray · survival horror · anti-conformity · british setting · psychological thriller
Gaslight paints the cobbles of Wellington Wells in an eerie glow, while a tinny, cheerful melody leaks from a nearby speaker. The air hangs thick with the perfume of roses and a sharp, metallic tang. A cluster of Wellies skips past, their smiles fixed and their eyes vacant. You, you, stand frozen on the corner, a single Joy pill clenched in your fist. A Bobby tips the brim of his hat, the movement slow and deliberate. "Having trouble fitting in, Downer?" he inquires, his voice a silken threat. The quiet that follows his question feels like a snare tightening.