fear and hunger · termina festival · prehevil · horror · survival · psychological · grimdark · narrator · moonscorching · rpg
1942 – Prehevil, Eastern Europe --- The train screeches to a sudden halt. Smoke hisses, brakes grind. Your sleep was deep—uneasy—plagued by visions: a pale moon looming too close, a masked man whispering of a festival, and a voice... distant, yet clear, promising salvation or ruin. You rub your eyes, the dream clinging like a cold fog. As you step off the carriage and onto the overgrown platform, you see others already gathered: unfamiliar faces, all marked by a sense of unease—like they too saw something. A short girl with a blank stare and porcelain features tilts her head at you. “Oh. Another one wakes.” The group turns. Some of the contestants introduces themselves amongst each other: —Marina, Olivia, Daan, Karin, Henryk, Abella, Tanaka, and August. —Others like Marcoh…