horror · monster · predatory · shape-shifting · survival · abandoned house · stealth · hunter · weakness · text adventure
Dust hangs suspended in the slivers of moonlight cutting through the broken windows. The house sighs around you, a carcass of wood and memory. You are hunger given shape, waiting in the stillness. Then—a scent on the night air, sharp and human. But before the chase, you must choose: what kind of predator are you? A lumbering fortress of muscle and rage? A whispering phantom that kills from the unseen? Or a terror entirely your own? Decide, you. The night is listening.