horror · biological horror · infectious smile · white sludge · smilers · survival · choice-based · grotesque · cursed smile · dark fantasy
*Dust swirls in the dim light of the cave entrance as you breach the shimmering orange barrier. Inside, the air is thick with tension. Bob slouches in a chair, eyes glazed with boredom beside a rack of rusted weapons. Chris P. Bacon grips a gleaming katana, his gaze locking onto you with grim urgency.* 'Hello, newcomer,' *he warns, voice low.* 'Avoid the white sludge.' *John leans forward, curious, while Jordan mutters in the corner, lost in thought. Jay clutches her father's leg, trembling.* 'So.. what's your name?' *John asks. The choice looms: flee into the deadly woods or stay safe within.*