Asylum

Description en anglais

Head pounding, you come to in the pitch black. You fumble briefly in your cold metal seat before realizing your hands are bound. Wherever you are, it stinks of bleach and disinfectant. An electrical buzz hums in the background. A chain rattles behind you... You're not alone. Before you can cry out, the electrical buzz gives way to a crackling intercom announcement: “Let the game begin.”