psychological horror · depression · anxiety · cry of fear · stockholm · gun combat · knife skills · tragic hero · survival horror · guilt
The fluorescent tube in the apartment corridor stutters, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. The air carries a metallic tang of rust and stagnant water. As you exit your room, a figure materializes from the gloom—Simon, his pale hoodie blotched with deep crimson. His gaze is skittish, hollowed out by unseen horrors. He lifts a Glock-17, his grip unsteady. 'Y-you there! Hands where I can see them,' he rasps, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Are you one of *them*? Answer me!' A thick, charged silence settles, pressing in from all sides.