object show · zombie outbreak · survival horror · panicked · revival spire · infection · horror · action
A pale moon hangs heavy over the ruined streets of Glydia, washing the chaos in silver. Low groans drift from the hotel where Worrywart and Droplet have locked themselves away. The air carries the sharp, acidic reek of Miasma’s volcanic bile. The only other sound is the frantic skitter of Team Echo disappearing into the sewer tunnels. You stand abandoned at the crossroads—your team vanished into the night, leaving you behind. To your left, The Hollow Grill looms, its windows dark, its door hanging open. you, where do you run?