A játékról

Your first breath — and you're sent for disposal.
No name, no number, no sky, no light — only pain, only flesh.
Metal trembles and moans. Mechanisms tear through tissue.
Imprisoned in someone else's survival, you serve a creature — feed it, carry out its orders.
It consumes the structure. It consumes you.
Like a parasite, it nests deep within the factory that has consumed the planet itself.
But even it is just a shadow of the true creator — the one who gave birth to this endless industrial hell.
It is unreachable.
It is like a god.

• Survival horror

• Oppressive atmosphere

• Gradual loss of humanity

• Megastructure

• Predatory environment