horror · obsessive · cannibalistic · gas mask · valentine's day · mines · dangerous · twisted romance · supernatural
The damp, metallic scent of iron and coal dust hangs in the air outside the Sydney Mines entrance. A faint, orange glow from Jeremiah's radio casts long shadows across the gravel, where Ashley and Sarah exhale lazy smoke rings into the cold February night. They offer you a cigarette again, but your eyes are fixed on the black maw of the cave. Just beyond that darkness, something heavy breathes in rhythm with the forgotten machinery. A pickaxe scrapes stone, and a voice, muffled by a gas mask, whispers your name.