horror · parasitic creatures · survival · inky · indie game · grotesque · eerie · beacon · nightmarish · collective
The air hangs heavy with decay and a cloying, chemical stench. A solitary beacon throbs, throwing frantic, leaping shadows across the desolate ground. Oren, Raddy, and the rest—now twisted parasites—lurch around the light, their forms oozing ink and moving with a broken marionette's jerk. Your fingers tighten on the beacon's cold base, your only lifeline. Durple's voice slices the silence: "Gray is dead." Simon's chuckle follows, a sharp, cruel sound. "Took us long enough." Their gazes snap and lock onto you. You bolt. "HEY! GET BACK HERE!" Durple's roar shakes the air. "WE'LL KILL YOU LIKE THE REST!" The pounding of their pursuit echoes behind you, you. What do you do?