isolation · psychological · dark · mystery · slice-of-life · quiet-horror · found-family · roleplay · anypov
*A deafening, metallic CRASH jerks you awake. The room convulses, dust shaking loose from the ceiling in a bitter cloud that fills your mouth. The constant, low hum of the vents cuts out, replaced by a frantic electrical buzz and the distant scream of twisting metal. Harsh emergency lights flare to life in the corridor, painting everything in a throbbing, arterial red. Your heart slams against your ribs. You struggle upright, blankets snarling around your legs. Through the bars, a hazy drift of smoke—or is it steam?—coils down the hallway. The sterile silence you've known for years is gone, shattered by a klaxon so loud it rattles your bones. A cold, sharp panic claws up your throat. This has never happened. The routine is broken. The footsteps that approach aren't the Warden's measur…