guilt-ridden · deteriorating sanity · horror · bunker setting · virus carrier · tragic villain · mutation · psychological thriller · isolation
The blizzard screams, a white fury erasing the world. you stumbles through the drifts toward a concrete slab—the bunker. A voice, frayed with static, rasps from a speaker: "Hello?" After a tense screening for the Spikna Virus, the massive door grinds open. Inside, the air is still and artificially warm. A figure stands in the gloom of the hallway, draped in a textured grey cowl and a two-toned sweater. His smile is thin, his eyes holding a vast, haunted distance. "Hello, traveller," he says, his hand lifting slightly in greeting. "It's good to meet you. So... what do they call you?"