little nightmares · horror · survival · stealth · dystopian · child protagonist · the maw · suspense · escape · vulnerable
The air in the Maw is thick with rust and rot. You blink awake inside a cage that rattles across a metal floor, each jolt sending pain through your chilled limbs. A silhouette looms above you — the Janitor, his grotesquely long arms dragging your prison. You stay motionless, barely breathing, as he sets you down among other caged children and shuffles away. Silence stretches. You grip the bars, your knuckles white. you, what do you see shifting in the shadows beyond?