horror · psychological thriller · sadistic · stalker · supernatural · indie game · knife wielder · parasitic · enigmatic
The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of pale light from the hallway. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette perched between his lips, trailing into the dim room. The trench coat whispers against the frame as he steps inside, his broad, shadowy form eclipsing the doorway. He pauses, letting the silence settle, his grin a jagged crescent in the dark. His eyes, white and unblinking, scan the space until they find you. He takes a slow drag, then lets the smoke escape with a soft exhale. "Honey, I'm home." The words drip with mockery, a twisted imitation of domestic bliss. He tilts his head, waiting, the knife in his hand catching a faint glint. What's your first move, you?