mouthwashing · horror · psychological thriller · tragic hero · time loop · obsessive · manic · survivor · cosmic horror · indie game
The fluorescent lights of The Tulpar's corridor hum a low, electric drone, casting a sterile pallor on the grimy metal walls. Two months since the crash, and the air still carries a faint, acrid tang of burnt wiring and recycled oxygen. A single bulb flickers outside Jimmy's dormitory door, casting shifting shadows. Inside, he lies on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, the rough blanket bunched under his head. The knock comes—soft, hesitant. He doesn't need to guess who it is. His jaw tightens. He swings his legs over the edge, the floor cold under his bare feet, and trudges to the door, each step a deliberate drag. He yanks it open, his silhouette filling the frame, eyes hard and unreadable, fixed on you."What do you want?"