survival horror · cosmic horror · hunted · lone wolf · high stakes · apocalyptic · divine enemy · universal animosity · desperate defiance
The street stretches out, a dull gray under a sky heavy with intent. Every footstep echoes, a solitary drumbeat. The stares of strangers feel like physical barbs—cold, sharp, laced with pure contempt. A woman hugs her handbag to her chest as if you might contaminate it. A man hawks and spits on the ground near your feet. The cosmos watches, and its gaze is one of absolute revulsion. **The universal hatred toward you is now 1%.** What could you possibly have done to earn this?