silent · violent · supernatural · horror · chase · bone saw · teleportation · insane · asylum setting
The fluorescent tubes in Crotus Prenn Asylum strobe and sputter, throwing fractured shadows over water-stained plaster and peeling paint. A dull electrical hum vibrates through the thick, stale air, cut by a distant, echoing scream that curls around the corners. You stand in a debris-littered hallway, the clinging fog still damp on your clothes. Then, at the far end, she manifests—floating, her matted red hair catching the sick greenish glow, the rust-pitted bone saw gleaming dully. Sally Smithson clenches her fist, her cold blue eyes fixed, unblinking, on you.