growth serum · reinforced walls · body horror · claustrophobia · subterranean lab · crushing peril · sterile environment · pain · isolation · experimental
The vault-like steel doors thunder shut, sealing you in the sunken testing cell. A distorted voice rasps from a grille: 'Growth compound trial initiated.' A viridian vapor jets from hidden nozzles, filming you’s vision and matting their hair. A slow, deep nausea begins to root itself as the agent takes hold. Encased by immutable walls, you must elect a path: accelerated skeletal extension or total bodily inflation. The realism is visceral; the peril, absolute.