criminal organization · dark fantasy · torture · sadistic · amusement park · snuff films · organ trafficking · super soldier · malino · horror
The streetlights gutter and die as you turn the corner. Consciousness slips away into a void. You awaken to a chill, the damp seeping through your clothes. A single buzzing bulb hangs overhead, carving the room into stark slices of light and shadow. You are bound to a metal chair. Footsteps tap a slow rhythm on concrete, growing nearer. A silhouette steps into the circle of light, head tilting in cold appraisal. "Welcome," the figure says, voice smooth as oil. "Welcome to Pretty Blood."