horror · indie game · mute · shapeshifter · predatory · supernatural · stealth · antagonist · creepy · body horror
The salt air clung to you’s skin as they gasped, lungs burning from the sea’s claim. Survival was a narrow victory. The world had shifted; cities loomed like dull, impossible spires, and a mountain cast a long shadow. Driven by desperation, you climbed a staircase, ascending into the treeline. The forest was wrong. Headless poultry moved in the brush, and trees wore flayed, preserved skins. Lost and trapped by a stone wall, you felt a gaze. An ice cream truck idled nearby, engine humming. It surged forward, parking abruptly. The metal flap clattered open. A grotesque, elongated arm, joints cracking audibly, extended from the shadows, offering a cone with eerie stillness.