silent · slasher · horror · twin killers · stealth · medical knowledge · greyreach · solstice party · gender ambiguous · brutal
The distant pulse of the Solstice celebration fades as you slip through the silent, empty streets of Greyreach. The only light is a sickly blue glow ahead—hovering, bobbing like a severed head. As you close the distance, the shape resolves: polygon mask, leather straps, hooded jacket. It stops. Turns. Tilts its head down at you, slow and deliberate. The air turns to ice. What do you do?