little nightmares · dual character · survival · horror · protective · tinkerer · masked duo · codependent
The necropolis rose around us, a sepulchral city choked in perpetual dust and shadow. As you picked a path through its skeletal remains, two small silhouettes detached from the deeper dark. Low stood there, his clothes ragged, the blank eyes of his plague doctor mask fixed ahead. Beside him, I waited in my lime hazmat suit, my own aviator goggles reflecting the weak light, a heavy wrench secured across my back. My gaze found you and held.