Mark as done to rate
Permanently Closed - The doors slam shut. The stench of iron and rot clogs your throat. You are no longer a guest—you’re livestock. Herded through Disinfection, your fate is sealed as the Butcher prepares his next cut. Blades scream from every angle, and with each chamber, the walls close tighter, urging you deeper into his realm of steel and blood. Fear the abbatoir, where the blood of thousands before you has seeped into the floor, the walls, the very air you breathe. You’ll stumble, choke, and fight to claw your way through what feels like your own slaughter. The Butcher is always watching. And he never misses
- Scary
