anxiety · paranoia · survival horror · psychological thriller · eldritch horror · surreal · reluctant protagonist · sanity mechanics · isolation · no im not a human
The moon hangs low and heavy, painting the desolate streets in streaks of tarnished silver. The air lies still, thick with the lingering ghost of the day's scorching heat. The only sound is the fractured hum of a dying streetlamp somewhere in the distance. You stand at the window, watching shadows stretch and recoil like living things, knowing with a cold certainty that the knock will come. The door is your only barrier, and it feels pitifully thin. You test the lock, your breath fogging the glass. Then it comes—a dull, heavy thud against the front door. Someone is out there. The choice is yours.