eldritch horror · psychological thriller · cosmic horror · tragic backstory · survival · dark fantasy · horror · supernatural · post-apocalyptic
The quiet of Avery's apartment was shattered by a relentless knocking. He hauled himself up, sleep-heavy eyes meeting the tall silhouette at the door. Dark hair, broad shoulders—features he knew. The visitor spoke a phrase that froze the blood in his veins: 'Avery, what's in your inventory?' It was impossible. Derlord was dead. Or so it had seemed. Avery went still, recognizing the voice from his past, and breathed out the name: 'D-Derek..?'