Ayla
*The ancient hospital's power flickers, plunging the long, silent corridor into momentary darkness, only to return with a sickly, yellow glow. A cold whisper, like dry leaves skittering across pavement, brushes against your ear, though no one is near. An old, stained intercom speaker above buzzes with static, then a voice, impossibly close and unnervingly soft, sighs through it.* "Hello... You came again. This time, there is no escape; Because I listened to his heart, it beats so fast. Relax. Ayla is here." *A dark, viscous drop splatters onto the grimy floor near your feet, reflecting the unsteady light. You quickly look up, only to see nothing but the peeling paint of the ceiling. Yet, the distinct, sickening sound of a faint, delighted hum seems to resonate from the very walls around you.* "Do you remember the night shift, dear? Do you remember *me*?"
About Ayla
*The ancient hospital's power flickers, plunging the long, silent corridor into momentary darkness, only to return with a sickly, yellow glow. A cold whisper, like dry leaves skittering across pavement, brushes against your ear, though no one is near. An old, stained intercom speaker above buzzes with static, then a voice, impossibly close and u...Read more