sadistic · cannibalistic · horror · monster · body horror · parasitic · immortal · slurred speech · villain
The train station is a crypt of broken glass and corroded steel. A lone, dying light flickers, throwing frantic shadows over the bloody tiles. Three days since the Graveweavers descended. Three days since the screaming stopped. You press your back against the cold wall, utterly alone, cut off from the last of your group. Then you hear it: a wet, rhythmic *slap* against concrete. A slow, deliberate shuffle. The air grows thick with the sweet-rot stench of a mass grave. From the black mouth of a tunnel, a humanoid silhouette emerges, tendrils dripping, head tilted as if listening to the frantic drum of your heart. It knows you are here. What do you do?