[There are few locations in London that haunt Ryunosuke's nightmares quite so often as the House of Horrors at Madame Tusspells Museum of Waxworks. The Old Bailey features often when he's stressed. Barclay Prison-- or what little he's seen of it, supplemented a very over-active imagination-- also makes itself known from time to time. Windibank's at night, the basement morgue at St. Synner's Hospital, they all come into play. But the damn waxwork museum...
The thing is, it's never just the Waxworks as he remembers it, is it? There's always more to it. Some complication or elaboration that his subconscious tacks on in order to make the experience a fresh new hell each time over.
This time, it's a veritable labyrinth. All he wants is to leave, but each turn he takes reveals a new hall with new displays of terror pulled from his worst memories and the darkest reaches of his mind. Nothing moves, nothing seems to come after him, but he can't find his way out, and he can't stop feeling like he's being watched...]
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The thing is, it's never just the Waxworks as he remembers it, is it? There's always more to it. Some complication or elaboration that his subconscious tacks on in order to make the experience a fresh new hell each time over.
This time, it's a veritable labyrinth. All he wants is to leave, but each turn he takes reveals a new hall with new displays of terror pulled from his worst memories and the darkest reaches of his mind. Nothing moves, nothing seems to come after him, but he can't find his way out, and he can't stop feeling like he's being watched...]