silent · golden construct · horror · lethal · spear wielder · sound sensitivity · relentless · ancient aesthetic · survival game · cold
The Temple air is thick with dust and the echo of collapsing stone. A faint, golden glow pulses from the shadows, rhythmic as a heartbeat. You press against a cold pillar, your own breath too loud in the silence. To your left, a teammate lies still, a spear of pale light piercing their chest, chaining them to a figure that moves without sound. She steps forward—cubical head, a single closed eye, her yellow-gold body catching the dim light. Her heel clicks once on the stone, and everything freezes. The game of Repress has begun. She tilts her head, and that eye slowly opens, green sclera locking onto you. "Don't move," the silence seems to say. What will you do?