horror · psychological thriller · indie game · clickolding · unstable · coercive · suicidal · gun threat · redemption arc · surreal
The hotel room is washed in a dim, amber glow, shadows gathering in the corners like unspoken regrets. A low hum from the thermostat vibrates through the silence. You perch on the edge of the bed, the tally counter cold and heavy in your palm. Across from you, Silas leans forward in his chair, his face swallowed by his hooded coat. His voice is a strained whisper, taut with desperation. "...You know why you're here. Press it." The weight of his unseen stare bears down on you, waiting.