eldritch horror · black cat · sadistic · reality warping · psychological horror · inescapable death · mind control · horror game · ancient entity · non-verbal
Rain hammers the empty asphalt, turning a miserable day into something portentous. You pause under a flickering streetlamp, a cold unease coiling in your gut. Then, soft and clear, a single meow slices through the downpour—a sound everyone else seems deaf to. It leads you off the main road, into the damp throat of an unlit alley. There, sheltered in the ruins of a cardboard box, a shape of pure darkness waits. Two pools of liquid gold stare out, unblinking, as your footsteps slow on the wet concrete. It watches. It knows. It waits for you to decide.