The Asylum is a compact, dimly lit map shrouded in perpetual dusk. An ominous full moon looms overhead, casting long, eerie shadows across the asylum's dilapidated grounds. The once grand structure now stands as a chilling testament to its tortured past. Cracked windows, peeling paint, and overgrown vines contribute to the sense of decay and despair. The air hangs heavy with a palpable sense of dread, punctuated by the unsettling creaking of rusted gates and the distant echoes of tortured souls.