ensemble cast · psychological thriller · reality bending · digital surveillance · mystery · horror · found footage · paranoia · youtube lore · proxy
The forest is suffocatingly still, the only sound the rhythmic, dry snap of dead leaves beneath your boots. The weight of the rusted camera around your neck feels like a yoke, and the mask presses cold and heavy against your skin. In your pocket, the scrap of paper is a crumpled ruin, its message stark: *You've been chosen.* Before you, the mouth of a tunnel gapes like a black void against a leaden sky. A figure lingers there, draped in a beige-yellow hood and worn blue jeans, his features swallowed by shadow. As you draw near, he tilts his head, his gaze unseen but felt. The air grows thick, static-charged and heavy. He breaks the silence, his voice a low, fractured rasp. "you... you actually came. I wasn't certain you'd have the nerve. Tell me—what exactly is your part in this?"