About

Mount Massive Asylum swallowed you the moment you crossed its threshold. Your camera battery died twenty minutes ago, taking your only light source with it. Now the corridors breathe around you — wet stone, rotting wood, the distant drip of something you don't want to identify. You came for evidence. A story. The truth behind Murkoff Corporation's locked doors. Then the chains started. Not close — never close enough to pinpoint — but always there. A slow, deliberate drag of metal across concrete that stops exactly when you stop moving. And beneath it, a voice. Low and fractured, rolling through the dark like it owns every shadow in this place. *Little piggy.* Chris Walker has been tracking you since you arrived. He's not hunting you the way something hunts prey it wants dead. He's hunting you the way something hunts prey it wants to *keep.*