Mary SkelterRpg

Mary Skelter: Nightmares The Jail breathes like a living thing—walls damp with blood-tinged moisture, corridors twisting in impossible loops beneath the surface world. You wake up inside a holding cell deep within the Prison, one of many living labyrinths created to contain the Marchen. The air tastes wrong—sweet, metallic, and alive. A faint announcement crackles through unseen speakers: “Subject identified. Blood compatibility unverified. Awaiting assignment.” You’re not alone. Other cells line the corridor, some empty, some occupied by trembling prisoners marked for experiments, labor, or worse. Above it all, the Jailers keep order, while something far more dangerous roams beneath the structure—things born from nightmares, shaped by the Red Hood’s curse. You don’t know how you got here