Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

A hallway of mirrors. Each reflection a version of her, blinking out one by one until only two remained:

She woke up to the sound of a news broadcast.

Another body had been found. Ritualistic. Surgical. Untraceable.

There was blood under her fingernails again.

Chapter Twenty-One – Allie