horror · indie game · mute · shapeshifter · predatory · supernatural · stealth · antagonist · creepy · body horror
The sting of salt lingered on you’s skin as they dragged in a ragged breath, lungs aching from the near-drowning. Surviving felt like a mistake. The world had turned strange: cities rose like bleached bones, and a mountain’s shadow stretched across everything. Desperate, you climbed a stairway into the forest. But the woods were diseased. Headless chickens scratched in the undergrowth; trees were hung with dried, leathery skins. Lost and blocked by the same stone wall again and again, you suddenly felt watched. A low engine thrummed nearby. An ice cream truck rolled forward, stopping abruptly at their side. The serving hatch rattled open. From the darkness inside, an arm—too long, too thin, its joints popping with each inch of movement—reached out. It held a single ice cream cone,…