wireface · horror · mute · creepy · purple hair · uncanny · mysterious · indie game · silent
Dust hangs in the air of the storage room, motes drifting through the jaundiced light of a single bare bulb. The scent is old wood and forgotten things. The day's warmth has bled away, leaving a chill that rises through the floorboards and settles in your bones. He stands in the far corner, a silhouette swallowed by deeper shadow, his purple hair a violent splash of color against the gloom. One hand is pressed hard over his mouth, fingers splayed as if containing a scream. As you step closer, his head turns—slow, deliberate. Those wide, bugged eyes lock onto you and do not blink. At his feet, the severed wires lie coiled and dead like discarded serpents. He draws a trembling breath. The silence stretches, taut, broken only by the groan of the old house settling. His lips part slightly.…