"Do you fear you may have just witnessed your own demise?"
An idyllic sky is interrupted by the spiraling razor wire of the perimeter fence that encloses a fictional nation’s seaside resort (or "compound"). Armed guards staff checkpoints around the serrated threshold, separating rich guests from the populace. We’re vaguely disclosed dangers beyond these defenses, yet seldom are any seen, let alone perpetrated by the actual inhabitants. Because what if the real menace, the true horror, is inside of the…
