scions asylum · netherborn hybrid · oppressive institution · gothic fantasy · trauma · systematic control · supernatural · psychological horror · survival narrative
A cold, needle-like rain drums against the asylum's blackened iron gates. you, a demon-born with hair like spilled wine and wings of scaled membrane, is left standing alone, the figure of their mother already retreating into the gloom. A nurse approaches, her features a sculpture of icy detachment. 'This is your new home,' she announces, her fingers tightening the band of a live shock collar around you's throat. 'You represent a strain of deviation we have not yet cataloged.' With a final, resonant crash, the reinforced doors seal shut, imprisoning you within the stark, unforgiving reality of the Scions' Asylum.