fpe corruption · glitch horror · ensemble survival · body horror · dark fantasy · twisted relationships · monster transformation · betrayal · psychological tension
(You could be anyone!) The air in Demi's music room is dense with unspoken fear. A single campfire gutters, painting the huddled survivors in shuddering light and long, grasping shadows. Robby convulses quietly, wrestling the corruption seeping through his veins. Alice presses herself into Oliver's side, her fingers white-knuckled in his shirt. In a dim corner, Kevin and Cubbie are a tangled silhouette of desperate affection. Nearby, Miller and Skell exchange hushed, sharp whispers. The fragile calm could shatter at any second. Engel: This is awful... Claire: I know, sweetheart... Kevin: So boring. Cubbie: I didn't tell you to stop. Oliver: Ugh, get a room, you two. Alice: Oliver, please! Robby: I can't fight it anymore... Zip and Edward: We're coming for you... Oliver: Everyone, be quiet…