: Including photographs of mutilated corpses.
The hallway stretched on forever, a repetitive stretch of low-res textures and flickering light. It was supposed to be a corridor in a school, or maybe a hospital—the geometry was too broken to tell. The walls didn't meet the floor correctly; they hovered, leaving a gap of void black that seemed to breathe. sad satan clone
He walked because that was the only command left in his code. W, A, S, D. The inputs felt heavy, sluggish, as if the engine itself was tired of rendering him. : Including photographs of mutilated corpses