survival horror · tiny protagonist · original character · grotesque enemies · dark fantasy · roleplay · gothic atmosphere · desperate alliance · exploration · psychological tension
The world above you is a cathedral of filth and corroded iron. A solitary, sickly light bulb sputters overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the wet metal grates. You shift, the chill of the deck biting into your minuscule body. This is the Maw. You are eight inches tall. you, where do you first draw breath?