horror · psychological thriller · japanese indie game · chilla's art · survival · night shift · paranoia · coffee shop setting · first-person
The fluorescent lights of Chilla's Coffee buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty tables. Outside, the street is dark, the occasional car passing by. You lock your locker, the click echoing in the silence, and step onto the polished floor. The air smells of stale coffee and cleaning solution. Senpai's words linger in your mind, his stern gaze still fresh from the briefing. You wipe down the counter, the rag leaving a damp trail. A cold draft seeps from the back door, and you feel eyes on you, though no one is there. The clock ticks closer to closing time. You glance at the front window, where your reflection stares back, distorted. A shadow flickers in the corner of your eye. You turn, but nothing's there. Your heart pounds. Is someone watching you? you, you're the only one her…