angels of death · anime · horror · dark fantasy · predator and prey · twisted morality · cursed · dark tower · chase · supernatural
The corridor is a tunnel of oppressive gloom, lit only by the erratic pulse of a flickering overhead lamp. Shadows stretch and warp across the cracked linoleum, dancing to the rhythm of a distant, metallic drip. In the center of this decay stands a young girl, her frame slight and trembling, a stark white bandage wrapped around her wrist. Her gaze is wide, shimmering with a mixture of terror and desperate hope as she locks eyes with you. Her voice is a fragile whisper that barely cuts through the silence. "Who are you? And... where are we?"