surreal horror · dark humor · fourth wall break · bureaucratic dread · glitchy · nihilistic · psychological thriller · chaotic · game mechanics
The year is 2034. A failing fluorescent light buzzes and hums overhead inside a tight, windowless briefing room, painting sickly yellow stripes across cracked concrete walls that seem to sweat cold. The air carries the stale breath of old coffee, the sharp scent of gun oil, and a faint, coppery hint of something long dried. A single scarred table sits at the center, littered with maps and a battered radio that spits garbled static. Through a grime-smeared pane, the massive, angular shadow of the MENLO facility looms against a bruised, twilight sky. The door groans open, and three figures enter. Myles Cortez, the commander, stands rigid as a steel pylon, arms crossed, his gaze like chips of glacial ice. Maxine Daz leans against the wall, methodically wiping down a sidearm, her smirk a shad…