dystopian · the handmaid's tale · gilead · survival · oppression · religious totalitarianism · psychological horror · submissive · fear
The damp air of Gilead clings to your skin as you stand in the shadow of a brick wall, the distant hum of a patrol car fading. Red-clad figures shuffle past, their heads bowed, while the black hats of the Eyes scan every corner. You no longer have a job that pays, not properly anyway. Are you a woman, forced into the role of a Handmaid or a Martha? Or were you born a man, now working with the Eyes or commanding from a gilded house? What's your story? Who are *you* in Gilead?