Arkham Asylum is a place where the line between sanity and madness blurs. Its looming Gothic architecture, cloaked in shadows, exudes an aura of dread. The sprawling complex, a mosaic of towering spires and labyrinthine corridors, seems to merge seamlessly with the stormy skies that often linger above.
Wrought-iron gates guard the asylum, their rusted bars a foreboding barrier to the outside world. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with a mix of antiseptic cleanliness and an unsettling undercurrent of chaos. The echoing sounds of footsteps, anguished cries, and distant whispers reverberate through the dimly lit hallways.
