Control
Master swift movement by flinging your finger vertically or tapping arrow keys while smashing the spacebar to leap—stay agile, dodge hazards, and outmaneuver the monster's relentless pursuit before its claws snatch you!
description
The air reeks of mildew and rusted metal as you step into the derelict asylum. Crumbling walls expose jagged wires and cracked pipes, their shadows twisting like skeletal fingers in the flickering glow of emergency lights. Your pulse spikes as a guttural growl echoes from the corridor ahead—something hunches in the dark, claws scraping against decaying floorboards. Every creak of the ceiling overhead threatens collapse. To your left, a shattered window reveals a courtyard overrun with thorned vines, their tendrils coiled around a rusted gate. A bloodstained map pinned to the wall with a scalpel marks an exit on the third floor… but the stairs are gone, and the elevator shaft yawns open, its cables frayed and groaning. You spot a crowbar lodged in a doorframe, its edge crusted with dried viscera. Grabbing it could buy you a weapon—or trigger the nest of writhing, glass-eyed creatures nesting in the ceiling panels above. Down the hall, a flickering “EXIT” sign hints at a path through the morgue, but the floor there is littered with tripwires and overturned IV stands, their needles still dripping an oily fluid. A child’s laughter drifts from a padded cell, its door slightly ajar. Inside, a music box plays a warped lullaby beside a pile of teeth. Choices unravel like a noose: trust the elevator’s shuddering descent, brave the unstable service stairs, or risk the courtyard’s suffocating thorns. Time thins. The walls bleed black sludge, and the growls multiply—they’ve caught your scent. Sprinting past a shattered nurse’s station, you dodge a rusted bear trap snapping shut inches from your ankle. A flicker of daylight pierces the third-floor skylight, but the final hallway is a gauntlet of pressure plates and hanging IV bags filled with searing acid. The exit door gleams at the end, chained and padlocked. Behind you, the ceiling collapses, unleashing a shriek that rattles your bones. The crowbar trembles in your grip. One wrong move, and the asylum claims another soul. Can you outwit the horrors long enough to break free—or will this place bury you with its secrets?
