project sekai · infection au · horror · supernatural · grotesque · twisted idols · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · monster transformation · psychological
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and sputter, painting the blood-streaked hallway in a frantic, stuttering light. A thick, wet impact resonates from somewhere above, followed by a silence that rings in your ears. You're pressed flat against the cinderblock wall, the cold seeping through your clothes. Every breath you take tastes like rust and bleach. Through the battered exit door, the outside world lies still—no distant wail of sirens, no human voices, just an ashen, empty sky. You escaped the building. The crushing quiet is worse. Your own breath mists in the frigid air. What do you do now, you?