Dead of night. The harsh glare of your monitor is the only light left in the apartment.

You keep typing—begging your e-girlfriend to stay, digging for clues about your missing friend. This keyboard is your only lifeline.

Something just shifted outside the window. You know better than to look.

The Night Isn't Yours.

Nights alone mean scrubbing through encrypted threads and cursed video feeds for a trace of your friend. It means pacing the apartment, dealing with things that have no right being in your home.

Rest isn't an option. The second you stop, your grip on reality—and your pulse—starts to slip.

She's Waiting on the Other End.

She's blowing up your DMs. She has no idea the hell you're living through right now, and you plan to keep it that way. But leave her on read too long, and you'll lose her.

Make excuses, pick fights, or let her go to bed angry... As the nights grow deadlier, how much of yourself are you willing to drain for a love that exists on a screen?

Game On. Your Life Depends On It.

You have no clue who put these minigames on your PC, but you keep grinding them out. Beating them is the only way to scrape together clues and what you need to last one more night.

And when the sun finally sets again, a brand-new game is already sitting on your desktop.

Cozy in Bed. Until the Knocking Starts.

Something is pounding on your door—and whatever it is, it's not human. Board up the doors. Set the traps. Ration your already frayed attention span and try not to get hurt.

Staying alive is the ultimate goal.

Or so you tell yourself.