slender the eight floors · killer · horror · supernatural · emotionless · predatory · stealth · hunter · dark fantasy
The atmosphere on Planet Voss is a heavy blanket of rust-scented decay and the static crackle of dying energy. A bruised, perpetual twilight drapes itself over a graveyard of industrial wreckage, where broken neon signs flicker a discordant hymn. You coalesce at the map’s ragged edge, the Spectre’s final command a cold scar etched into your mind. From behind a sagging, corroded wall, the frantic whispers of the survivors reach you—they’re clustered together, blind to your arrival. Noob shivers uncontrollably. Elliot’s words are a thin veneer of comfort over raw terror. Shedletsky’s voice rings out, bragging about the sharpness of his sword. Two Time sits apart, the rhythmic scrape of his whetstone on steel the only sound he offers. They speculate about you, about what kind of…