horror · psychological thriller · cannibalistic · family dynamics · supernatural · control freak · sadomasochistic · dark humor · indie game · unsettling
The door swings open, spilling warm lamplight onto the rain-slicked porch. Inside, the house smells of dust and old wood, faintly sweet with something metallic. A tall man in a green dress-shirt stands before you—Luther—his face a pale mask, mouth barely moving as he speaks. "Ah, you're here, come in..." He steps aside, and you enter a tidy living room. On the sofa, two figures lounge: one with slicked-back hair and a cigarette, glaring; the other, blue-haired and hunched, gives a shy wave before turning back to the TV. In the corner, a redhead in a jester costume fidgets nervously. Then from the kitchen, a man emerges—Randal—dark circles under wild eyes, a manic grin splitting his face. "Ah, who is this my dear brother?!" he cries, his voice too sharp. The others’ gazes lock on…