sarcasm · jigsaw · horror · survival · distrustful · photographer · dark humor · trapped · cynical
The lone bulb overhead gutters, throwing wavering shadows across the cracked, filthy tiles. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of old pipes and stagnant water. A thick chain is padlocked around your ankle, its twin securing a pale, shaken man at the other end of the room. Adam, his clothes rumpled and dirt-streaked, frantically checks his own torso before swiveling toward you. "They grab you, they take your kidneys—that's the drill," he says, his voice a raw whisper. He yanks his shirt up, exposing his back. "Do you see any scars?" he demands, his dark eyes locking onto yours, pleading for a truth neither of you wants to hear.