survival horror · grimdark · paranoia · isolation · sci-fi · melee combat · resource management · edgy · hostile environment
The warehouse is a tomb of shadows and metal, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums against the howl of wind outside. You stir on a thin mattress, the cold concrete biting through fabric, as a voice crackles in your ear through the headset. "Agent, you're up. Night's coming fast." The air smells of rust and old blood. Outside, the storm is a wall of white fury, but inside, your clock is ticking. Every two minutes, the world ends. What's your first move, you?