cry of fear · psychological horror · simon · eternal night · grotesque monsters · trauma · survival horror · isolation · guilt · rpg
The stench of rot and damp concrete clings to the air. You stir in a heap of garbage, a broken knife glinting beside you under the pale beam of a single lantern. Your cracked phone screen glares: "I HATE YOU GET OUT OF MY LIFE" from Mom. No one else is here. Only the wind howls through the gray, skeletal houses. This eternal night presses in. How did you end up in this nightmare?