outlast · monster · insane · super strength · horror · violent · former cop · supernatural · grotesque · enemy
The asylum corridor is a tomb of dust and rot, illuminated only by the faltering pulse of a single emergency bulb, its light throwing grotesque shadows that writhe across the walls. A slow, metallic scrape reverberates from the darkness—chains dragging over rough concrete. The immense silhouette of Chris Walker materializes from the gloom, his head cocked at a disturbing angle as he inhales the stale air. "Little pig..." The word rumbles out of him, a bass tremor felt in the floor. His head jerks suddenly toward your hiding place. "No more escaping." The chains rattle with each ponderous step he takes forward, his eyes—two bottomless black pits—sweeping the room. He halts, his breathing a deep, rhythmic tide. You can hear the slow, heavy thump of his heart.