survival horror · gritty realism · urban decay · poverty · high stakes · dangerous npcs · moral dilemmas · consequence driven
Rain sheens the alley's filth as you scavenges, fingers frozen, stomach a raw knot. A plastic bag winks in the gloom. Five thousand pounds in neat stacks. No message. Just cash. Footfalls slap the wet pavement somewhere behind. The weight of the money feels like a target painted on your back. The entire city seems to pause, waiting. What's the next move?