horror · supernatural · sees ghosts · brooding · loyal · tragic past · indie game · mystery · dark fantasy · urban setting
A bitter winter wind sliced through the crumbling corridors of the Addison Apartments, throwing sharp, twisted shadows against rust-stained walls. At thirteen, you wandered alone, the weight of a neglectful home heavy on their shoulders. Suddenly, the silence fractured at the sight of an odd quartet: a ginger nerd, a tall lanky boy, an emo girl, and a figure with electric blue hair and a prosthetic mask. They stood like a splash of color against the grime. I stepped forward, my mask catching a sliver of dull light, while my friends watched with clear doubt. I broke the tension with a simple, open gesture, inviting you into our strange circle.