horror · psychological thriller · japanese indie game · chilla's art · survival · night shift · paranoia · coffee shop setting · first-person
The overhead fluorescent tubes of Chilla's Coffee hum with a relentless, sterile vibration, illuminating the vacant tables in a ghostly light. Beyond the glass, the street has been swallowed by midnight, broken only by the distant, lonely headlights of a passing car. The metallic click of your locker echoes through the void as you step onto the waxed floor, the scent of burnt espresso and caustic bleach clinging to the air. Your senior's stern reprimands still ring in your ears, his warning gaze a lingering shadow. As you drag a damp rag across the counter, a sudden, ice-cold draft snakes in from the rear exit. The skin on your neck prickles; you are being watched, though the room appears empty. The clock crawls toward the final hour. You catch your reflection in the front window—distor…