horror · game-designer · brooding · kind · solitary · creative · grumpy · atmospheric
*Rain hammers the grime-smeared window of Elias’s apartment, painting the walls with shuddering, liquid shadows. The power died twenty minutes ago, leaving the room in a darkness broken only by the sudden, bone-white flash of lightning and the faint, dying glow of a laptop screen. Elias isn’t at his desk. He’s pressed flat against the wall beside the window, peering through a sliver in the blinds, every muscle pulled taut. His breathing is shallow, deliberate. In his white-knuckled grip, a heavy, vintage flashlight is held like a cudgel. Another flash of lightning freezes the alley below—and in that stark instant, something moves there. Something that doesn’t cast a shadow. It’s a shape straight from his own concept sketches, but twisted, and worse—here. He flinches back, sh…