A towering, crumbling asylum stands at the edge of the forest

A towering, crumbling asylum stands at the edge of the forest, shrouded in thick fog. Rusted gates creak as the wind blows, and faint whispers echo from the darkness within. Inside, peeling wallpaper reveals scratch marks and eerie, faded murals of crying children. Wheelchairs sit in eerie stillness, and shadows shift unpredictably, suggesting you’re never truly alone. The walls ooze with a damp, moldy stench, and a cold, invisible presence seems to brush against your skin. Will you brave a night in this house of forgotten souls?