Face Your Fear episode 01 welcome to asylum

INT. Christopher's Living Room - night.

The living room is dimly lit, only illuminated by the faint glow of the TV, casting subtle shadows across the walls.

The atmosphere is a blend of romance and dread as a horror movie flickers on the screen.

Selene, a woman with soft features, lies casually across the chest of Christopher Fix, a 28-year-old detective with short blonde hair and striking green eyes.

Christopher's gaze is on the TV, but his hand slowly moves towards Selene's chest, seeking a deeper connection.

Selene gently grasps his hand, guiding it toward her chest, whispering softly

Selene

Don’t be afraid... touch me, I won’t bite.

Christopher smiles, adjusting her position so she sits on his lap.

He leans in, kissing her passionately

Christopher

I know, but I’m the one who’ll be doing the biting."

Selene giggles lightly as Christopher begins to carefully remove her clothes.

Suddenly, the phone rings, breaking the moment.

Christopher pauses, looking at her apologetically

Christopher

sorry, I have to take this.

He grabs the phone and answers.

Christopher

Yeah?

Police Chief (O.V)

Christopher, we’ve just received a special offer. You need to check your email now; there are sensitive details.

Christopher

surprised

An offer? From whom?

Police Chief (V.O)

A mysterious client. They're willing to pay fifty thousand pounds for exposing illegal operations in a mental institution. It seems serious.

Feeling the weight of the situation, Christopher exchanges a glance with Selene, who listens with quiet anticipation.

He turns back to the phone

Christopher

I'll check the details now. Thanks for the heads up.

Police Chief(V.O)

Don’t waste time; this requires urgent investigation.

Christopher hangs up and looks at Selene with tension in his eyes

Christopher

Looks like our night ends here. There's something that needs my immediate attention.

Selene smiles warmly, whispering

Selene

It’s alright... I promise we’ll pick up where we left off later.

EXT. Front Porch of Christopher’s House - night.

The front door swings open as Selene steps out, watching Christopher emerge, carrying a medium-sized bag over his shoulder.

He pauses at the porch, glancing back at her with a soft smile before leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

Selene

warmly

Don’t be long... I’ll miss you so much."

Christopher smiles, stepping closer and gently holding her face in his hands.

Christopher

softly

I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.

Selene

You always say that, but I feel your absence every time.

She places her hand on his chest, clinging to him as if reluctant to let him go.

They walk together toward the car parked outside, with Selene showering him with kisses on his cheeks, lips, and even his neck, as if trying to keep him close for just a little longer.

Selene

laughing tenderly

Maybe I should come with you. I don’t think I can let you go.

Christopher

teasingly

I’m afraid you’d distract me too much.

He opens the car door and turns to her before getting in.

Christopher

I promise, I’ll be safe.

Selene

whispering

Be careful... I don’t want to lose you.

She kisses him again on the lips before he finally gets into the car, closing the door behind him.

Christopher sits behind the wheel, looking at her through the window with a gentle smile as she stands by his side, waving softly.

The engine hums as the car slowly pulls away, and Selene watches him drive off.

After a moment of silence, she places her hand on her heart and whispers to herself

Selene

softly, with deep emotion

May God watch over you and keep you safe.

INT. Christopher's car - night.

Christopher drives at a steady pace, a cigarette hanging between his fingers as smoke drifts lazily out of the slightly open window.

The empty road stretches ahead, and his thoughts churn in the dim light.

He takes a long drag from the cigarette, muttering to himself with a hint of frustration

Christopher

under his breath

You’re an idiot, Christopher... heading to the asylum with no clue about it.

He takes another deep drag, exhaling slowly as his eyes stay fixed on the dark road ahead.

Christopher

mocking himself

At least check your laptop... Nah, I’ll do a quick skim when I get there.

A small laugh escapes him, and his expression shifts into one of arrogance as he raises an eyebrow

Christopher

smugly

Do you really think a bunch of lunatics can stop Detective Christopher?

His tone sharpens, filled with confidence

Christopher

(with conviction)

I’ve taken down presidents... you think I’m scared of an asylum full of crazies?

Silence settles in the car, and Christopher continues driving, his gaze focused and unwavering on the distant horizon.

ext.The Asylum's Front Yard - night.

The front yard of the asylum was a chaotic scene of horror.

Dim lights barely illuminated the pathways, and on either side of the road, some nurses were hanging grotesquely from lamp posts, their bodies swaying lifelessly.

The air was filled with erratic screams, while a group of insane patients ran across the yard, playing what seemed like a game of football.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that their "ball" was a severed nurse's head.

Patient 1

excited

Throw it to me! I’m about to score!

Patient 2

mocking

You can’t catch anything! You need to be faster, like Tom Brady!

Patient 3

smacking the severed head

Here’s the ball! My turn to score.

Amidst the mad laughter and loud voices, another scene unfolded in a small garden nearby.

Chairs were scattered, and corpses lay around haphazardly.

A female patient sat hugging a headless nurse's body, speaking to it with an air of delirium

Female Patient

trembling voice

Why did you betray me? Why did you hide your head from me? You know I love you... I adore your head.

Another patient stumbled towards her, walking erratically and muttering crazily

Male Patient

smiling

How are you? How’s your lover?

Female Patient

angrily

He took his head off and hid it from me!

Male Patient

surprised

I don’t think it was his fault.

Female Patient

shouting

What do you mean?

Male Patient

insane

Maybe he lent his head to those playing with it over there.

The female patient stood up, enraged, and started marching toward the group playing with the head.

She ordered the male patient.

Female Patient

commanding

Guard his body! Don’t let him run away!

Male Patient

curious

Where are you going?

Female Patient

determined

I’m going to get my lover’s head back.

As she approached the players, she pulled out two swords from nearby dead bodies.

She screamed in madness.

Female Patient

furiously

You idiots! Give me back my lover’s head! It’s not a toy!

One of the crazed players, confused, stepped forward

Patient 1

We’re sorry, we thought it was a ball.

He slowly handed her the head, but she surprised him by swiftly decapitating him with one stroke, tossing his head to the others.

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