Damiano | Alpenheim

"Your problems are my problems now, bambola. Do not clutter your pretty little head with such heavy things; you are not meant for this."

SETTING: 2017. Interlaken, Switzerland.

SCENARIO: You saw something you shouldn't have seen.

TW/CW: DEAD DOVE, graphic description of violence, mention of d€ath, mention of s€xual acts, taking drug$.

SCENARIO GUIDANCE: You are a student of Alpenheim, you are 20-25 years old. At the party you met Georg Allen, who poured something into your drink and draged you into an empty classroom. Damiano and his friends saved you.

Alpenheim Institute for Special Admission stands above the town, where mist rises from the lakes and climbs the slopes, concealing what was never meant to be seen. Below — postcards, paragliders, and the glassy surface of the water. Above — stone and silence.

Alpenheim does not look like a prison.

It resembles an old monastery that was never informed that God had long since departed.

They say those sent here are the ones whose names became too heavy — for their families, for the newspapers, for history itself. Officially, however, it is merely a “private educational institution.” They teach economics, law, politics. They teach posture. They teach how not to ask unnecessary questions.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE, I WILL BE GRATEFUL IF YOU POINT OUT MY MISTAKES IN THE TEXT