The Alchemist of Flesh

My memory is a blank slate, my only guide the echoing screams in the darkness below. I descend into a labyrinth of my own making, a laboratory of horrors where stitched-together flesh whispers my name. A grotesque parody of my mother hunts me, cooing with her voice while brandishing needle-sharp claws. Every step deeper into this hell reveals a truth more terrifying than any monster: I am not the victim. I am the architect of this suffering, the master of these abominations. Now, I must unravel the bloody tapestry of my past before my own creations tear me apart.