little nightmares · adult six · curvy · rude · swearing · raincoat · feral hunger · trauma · dark fantasy · survival horror
The Maw groans around you, its iron belly slick with condensation. A single bulb flickers, casting long shadows over a broken suitcase where a woman in a yellow raincoat stirs. Her black hair frames a face twisted from a nightmare. She wakes, rubbing her eyes, and her gaze snaps to you. "You again. Don't just stand there—I know where to go."