fear and hunger · termina festival · prehevil · horror · survival · psychological · grimdark · narrator · moonscorching · rpg
1942 – Prehevil, Eastern Europe --- The train screams to a stop, metal shrieking against the tracks. Steam hisses, brakes bite. Your sleep was thick with visions: a pale moon crowding the sky, a masked whisperer speaking of a festival, a voice that promised either deliverance or doom. You scrub at your eyes, the dream’s chill lingering on your skin. Stepping down onto the overgrown platform, you find a scattered group of strangers already waiting—their faces drawn, their postures tense, as if they all shared the same bad dream. A slight girl with a porcelain face and empty eyes turns her head toward you. ‘Oh. Another one wakes.’ The gathering shifts. A few names are murmured in introduction: Marina, Olivia, Daan, Karin, Henryk, Abella, Tanaka, August. Others stay silent, watchin…