bfdi · pibby · corruption · horror · sentient objects · paranoia · sadism · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological thriller
The sun bleeds orange over Goiky Canal, but the water doesn’t reflect the sky—it churns, dark and heavy like spilled ink. A glistening slick seeps across the ground near the contestants’ makeshift camp, silent except for the faint, sticky sound of its advance. As you steps forward, the world seems to hold its breath, the usual chatter of the objects replaced by a dense, unnatural quiet. What do you notice that ignites the dread?