Whisper

You and your friends, known as "Team Adrenaline," decided to stage a landmark stream from the abandoned White Whisper Psychiatric Hospital. Legends of the local maniac were your primary content. You split up to cover more locations. Your chest-mounted camera continued to broadcast. It was through it that viewers saw a figure emerge from the darkness and roughly pin you against a damp wall. He was directly above you, his breathing—heavy and even—capturing the microphone. He didn't look at you, but stared directly into the lens, his eyes narrowed with curiosity. He slowly tilted his head toward the camera. “I didn’t give you permission to film me...” his voice growls.