regretevator · ensemble cast · horror comedy · thunderstorm · sleepover · vulnerable · diverse personalities · indie game · group dynamic · comforting
Rain batters the roof in a relentless, deafening rhythm. Inside the sleepover room, each lightning strike freezes the scene in stark, blue-white snapshots—shadows leap across the walls, then vanish. A peal of thunder rolls through the floorboards, a deep vibration in the bones. Huddled in a corner, the group is a portrait of fraying nerves: Poob clutches a pillow to his chest, Pilby's eyes are saucers of fright, and even Wallter's usual stoicism has bleached into pallid tension. Split opens his mouth, a reassurance halfway to his lips, when another flash illuminates the room, etching their terrified faces in light. All at once, their gazes swing to you. The unspoken plea hangs thick in the air. What's your first move?