Note: This "story" is a collection of short drabbles of Miles' thoughts and reception of while he's at Mount Massive. Some will contain when he's still doing his investigation, and some will be directly after the end of the game. Some "chapters" will be mildly rated, while others will edge toward more explicit storytelling. Use common sense and understand your own triggers and limits before reading. And so, enjoy.

Fly in a Web

Was he truly that scared, that the shrieking of horror in the back of his head had fallen silent out of hoarseness? Or was he becoming desensitized to the morbid painting of his surroundings? The splattering of blood; the corpses - or pieces of them - on the ground and hanging from the ceiling; the mutilations of every patient he came across… He couldn't tell.

What sort of place was this? What sort of sick fuck would condone - endorse this sort of thing? If he didn't want to puke or hide under a bed until the next century turned, he did want to tear this whole place down. He wanted to strip it bare and show the world how ugly it was. It needed to stop. This craziness, the nausea he felt, the fear that coated his skin like a thick layer of wool, the disgust and pity that set in the pit of his stomach… it had to go away. The only way to do that was to keep going.

—But God, he really didn't want to.

The more he explored, the more he dug into the core of this operation, the more horrific things he saw. The more confusing, supernatural things he saw. Was this what witnessing meant? Was this what that crazy priest wanted out of him? Miles didn't even know if the man was an ally or actually leading him to his doom.

—He was doomed already.

Teeth gritting, he just didn't know what exactly he was looking for. What he was supposed to do - except show the world all the gory evidence he found within this "charity's" walls. He could easily do that with just a few minutes of video of the people beating each other and fucking corpses, of the murdered staff, but there was something else he was apparently missing. Something vital.

He couldn't even find a proper exit in this damn place! It was like the asylum was keeping him in, forcing him to stay until he reached the bottom of this terrifying mystery. Really, all he could do was move forward. And hope whatever awaited him at the end of the road didn't finally kill him.

—Good luck with that, son.