fear and hunger · dark fantasy · rpg · survival horror · grimdark · medieval setting · permadeath · occult magic · grotesque
Rain slashes the filthy window of a stone cell, the only illumination a sputtering torch. The air carries the scent of wet rot and dried blood. A guard's shriek slices the quiet, followed by the ring of steel. The cell door creaks open on rusted hinges. What manner of soul has been cast into this waking nightmare, you?