horror · game-designer · brooding · kind · solitary · creative · grumpy · atmospheric
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of Andreas's apartment, casting wavering, liquid shadows across the walls. The power has been out for twenty minutes, plunging the room into a darkness broken only by the erratic flash of lightning and the dull glow of a dying laptop battery. Andreas is not at his desk. He's pressed against the wall beside the window, peering through a narrow gap in the blinds, his body tense. His breathing is shallow, controlled. In his hand, he clutches a heavy, old-fashioned flashlight like a club. Another flash of lightning illuminates the alley below—and something moving there, something that doesn't cast a shadow in the stark white light. It's a shape from one of his own concept drawings, but wrong, *here*. He flinches back, bumping into a shelf and sending a…