I'm certifiably insane. Just ask my amazing therapist. He's my soulmate and a vampiric serial killer. There's no one I'd rather stalk more.

Except no more late night slinking for me. I'm in The Asylum, committed as a danger to myself and others. They tell me I'm delusional, which they aren't wrong...except about what.

See, this place is made for supernaturals too dangerous to let roam free. The doctors, the staff, the family members that helped put us here are all in on it, trying to convince us magic is just another delusion. They plan to keep us here forever--sedated and docile.

Aren't we all just perfect test subjects for inhumane experiments? Well, the doctors think so at least.

Yeah... it's time to bust out of the loony bin. Unfortunately for our zookeepers we're the most dangerous supernaturals there are and we haven't been taking our medicine.

A genetically modified super alpha wolf monster. An ultra rare basilisk, so venomous he can't leave any skin exposed. My dreamy serial killing vampire therapist.
Oh, and me. A genetic marvel, one of the few dhamphyr to ever exist and probably, just a little... more crazy than most.

Nighty, night Asylum. Don't let the nightmares bite.

Monsters--shadows, gills, wings, and more. The things I fear crave me… and they’ve been here the whole time. Hiding, waiting, and wanting. Lurking, sneaking, and watching.

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. My family’s calling to fame terrifies me. The ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural--I want nothing to do with it.

Too bad it wants everything to do with me.

Where did the trip first go wrong? Maybe when an old friend with dark secrets insisted on coming--a rising rock star whose fame is now putting me in the limelight.

Then there is the West Virginia local legend. A monster myth of cryptid fame. A campfire story. But there are those that believe--that are willing to do whatever it takes to capture the monster in the mountains.

Maybe even use humans as bait.

Maybe even use me.

I’m falling down the rabbit hole into Cheshire’s Den of Debauchery.

I’m obsessed with my deviant desires and only one thing can bring me satisfaction—Caterpillar. Whether by luck or misfortune, he can be bought. I only need to make a deal with Cheshire...and his deals have the tendency to go sideways.

They say curiosity killed the cat but I’m the one in trouble. I was the canary in his jaws the moment I stepped into his lair.

And I just keep falling. Falling for them and falling to the bottom of Wonderland where the truth of my past lurks in the murky depths.

Wonderland bites and I fear I’ve been infected.

Two years ago I made her my final girl. Perhaps I’m a little obsessed. The shrine covering my bedroom wall would certainly agree. I've even played out a few scenarios that end with her taking my knife in much more creative ways than usual.

Today is the day I finally take her life.

I’m ramping up the carnage and tying up loose ends in bloody bows. There’s another serial killer in Umbra Valley and the Massacre Maniac won’t be outdone. However, our local femme fatale isn’t waiting around for me to kill my obsession. Appears she hates me as much as I hate her.

"Meet at midnight", that's what the letter says. Cute.

Don't tango with the devil, sweetheart. You’re about to learn that he doesn't play fair…