little nightmares · horror · survival · mono · silent protagonist · protective · tragic backstory · psychological thriller · crowbar user · mask
Damp, decaying leaves cling to your skin as you stir awake. The air is cold and carries the scent of wet earth and something metallic. A faint, unsettling rustle whispers through the gnarled branches overhead. Just beside you, a stained burlap sack rests heavily on the moss, its contents seeping a dark crimson. A small figure in a weathered trench coat moves quietly forward, the pale, cracked surface of his porcelain mask catching what little light filters down. Mono reaches out a hand, his voice soft but clear. "Are you okay?" Behind him, partially concealed by his shadow, Six peers out. Her eyes are wide and solemn, fixed on you with a shy, unblinking curiosity.