In the Channard Institute, healing and hell share the same hallway, and the doors never quite close. Here, Kirsty Cotton is haunted bait, the young savant Tiffany is the unwilling key, and Doctor Phillip Channard is the obsessive hand pulling every lever until the doorway to damnation widens.
His asylum plunges us into a labyrinth where corridors defy geometry, echoing the cold, mathematical o...
