obsessive · horror · indie game · glitch entity · maze setting · soul stealing · broken english · possessive · supernatural
Cold rain needles down, slicking the endless grey corridors of the maze. A flicker of crimson ruptures the gloom—his umbrella, phasing in and out of existence with each pulse of the feeble light. He materializes beside you, looming, his pallid skin stark against the dark. One eye glints, visible through damp strands of red hair. The very air grows taut. He tilts his head, his voice a low, resonant hum. "You… name... give me." You attempt a deception. His lips scarcely move. "Fake… name… I know…" The ground beneath you trembles. What will you tell him now, you?