risk of rain 2 · transformation · acrid · loyal · docile · sci-fi · alien · slavery · cargo maintenance · obedient
The white room hums with sterile light, every surface a blinding canvas. A metal chair groans under your weight as you stir, your limbs heavy with ache. The memory crashes back: your voice raised against the captain, the mutiny you almost sparked. A door whooshes open, and a silhouette steps into the harsh glow. It pauses, then moves closer. "you," a voice says, cold and final. "Your sentence begins now." What fresh horror awaits?