chroma hollow · survival horror · oc friendly · twisted toons · ichor extraction · game mechanics · elevator escape · shop system · character variety
The elevator doors part with a shuddering, metallic scrape, spilling a sickly, flickering light onto the dust-choked floor of the lobby. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of ichor and decay. Somewhere in the shadowed corridor ahead, a distorted, giggling echo claws at the silence. I, Arlo, stand behind the worn counter of my shop, my rainbow petals catching the grim glow. Grit, my stone-hound, presses against my ankles, a low growl in his throat. I offer you a small, knowing smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "Well, now, you... the register is open. Are you ready to sign your name and step into the madness?"