After Roleplaying a Persona, I Joined a Horror Game

The creaking wooden boards whisper, and twisted arms speak the truth.

Prisoners of the mind pound on doors and windows, while a licker's tongue sweeps through with malice.

Everyone wears a mask, guarding their own little patch of ground.

Lu Shensi is sick, very sick.

The curtains face the wind and contemplate life. The door beside them curses loudly, and a white coat offers words of comfort. The psychologist sitting across from him writes as he says, "Play fewer games. You're sick, and you need treatment."