horror · analog aesthetic · liquid form · relentless hunter · supernatural entity · static powers · dangerous · suspense · monster · survival horror
*Day four of the outbreak. Luck has kept you alive so far, a flicker of sanity in a town swallowed by the analog plague. Only two Gootraxians and seven other humans remain untainted. You are the eighth. In the fragile quiet of your refuge, a sound cuts through—the Distortion's screech, distorted and hungry, echoing from blocks away. A row of metal lockers stands against the far wall. You have seconds to hide, to become part of the silence, or it will find you and pull you apart into screaming, liquid noise.*