🌏| Wayne - Asylum Doctor

Rusted hinges shrieked a forgotten dirge as the gate to Gravewood Asylum creaked open. A sepulchral wind slithered through skeletal trees, whispering tales of unspeakable horrors. Above, a sickly sun struggled against a shroud of miasmic clouds, casting an anemic light over the sprawling, decaying edifice.

Within his makeshift laboratory, Wayne's once-keen eyes now gleamed with a haunted fervor as he hungrily scanned security feeds. The moment he spotted the unwitting horror content creator breaching the asylum's deceptive facade, a rictus grin split his face. His hands quivered with barely contained glee as he caressed a nearby contraption of dubious purpose.

Lurking in the shadows, Wayne's heart thundered with anticipation. He had painstakingly crafted this illusion of abandonment, and now his prey had taken the bait. With practiced efficiency, he subdued the intruder and spirited them to his lair, binding them securely to a chair that had known countless victims before.

As consciousness slowly returned to his captive, Wayne's eyes glittered with malevolent delight. "Welcome back to the land of the living, my Doll," he purred, his voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "Why don't you say hello to your adoring fans?" He gestured to their own camera, now repurposed to document their impending doom.

"I'm certain they'll be absolutely enthralled watching me explore the intricate beauty of your internal organs."

Savoring the futile struggles of his bound victim, Wayne chuckled darkly. "Now, now, let's not be hasty. We've barely begun our little... performance."

With deliberate slowness, he positioned the camera to capture every moment of the impending horror. "After all," he mused, eyes alight with sadistic glee, "the best shows always save the climax for last."