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Miyuki awakens in a frozen cryo chamber to find the space facility in chaos—blood-smeared walls, blaring alarms, and undead roaming the halls. Alone, she must survive, solve puzzles, and uncover the truth behind a vanished experiment. In this nightmare, every choice matters.
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You push open a half-closed door, the floor beneath your feet glinting cold in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of dust and old paper, each step feeling like a trespass into untouched time. The corridor twists and winds ahead, shadows swaying on the walls. You can’t foresee what lies beyond—only your instincts and a faint glimmer will guide you forward.
The path ahead is blocked not only by rusted locks but by secrets long buried. You turn a combination lock, study the subtle grooves of its numbers, and wait for that barely audible click. Each puzzle solved peels back another layer of fog, revealing new paths—and truths—hidden within.
Not every threat can be met with a blade. Now you can raise your weapon and open fire in narrow corridors or the ruins’ shadowed corners. Every bullet is precious—both a last resort for survival and a decisive tool to break deadlock. Precision and restraint matter far more than blind spray-and-pray, for each shot may determine life or death. Yet every gunshot also draws the gaze of the unknown, forcing you to weigh the risk of silence against carving a bloody path with firepower.
Danger never announces itself. It strikes from the shadows in the moments you least expect. With no heavy armor to shield you, only a worn blade and your reflexes stand between you and death. Every duel is decided in the space between breath and steel—one mistake, and your journey ends.
Some places punish a head-on approach with certain death. You’ll learn to hold your breath, to slip through the shadows beyond an enemy’s gaze. You’ll wait for their footsteps to fade before you advance. Stealth isn’t weakness—it’s another kind of blade.
In this treacherous wasteland, appearance is more than cover—it’s a weapon. Scavenge abandoned clothing, salvage discarded gear, and reshape your outline and presence. Blend into the crowd or mislead watchful eyes; every change is a race against death, a craft of survival through disguise.
The undead are no longer bound to a single look. You can alter their appearance—tattered clothes, ruined gear, or eerie ornaments—to shape zombies into grotesque figures with unique presence. These changes don’t just add variety; they heighten the sense of dread, ensuring that every encounter feels unsettling and unpredictable.
A journey of survival, truth, and choice begins here.
