Planned Release Date: Q3 2026

About This Game

You didn't choose this job. Debt did.

Stranded at a remote gas station with nowhere to go and money you don't have, you take the night shift because it's the only option left. The pay is barely enough. The customers are strange. And something ancient has noticed you're here, something that was worshipped long before the asphalt was laid.

Survive the week. Pay what you owe. Don't look at the shadows.

FEATURES

• PSX lo-fi aesthetic with atmospheric lighting and layered desert sound design

• Papers Please-style simulation loop. Read each customer, complete their requests, and send them off

• An escalating presence that reacts directly to how well you do your job

• Multiple nights, multiple entities. Your performance shapes the week ahead

• Multiple endings: debt paid, or debt collected

• Rooted in Chilean roadside culture and Latin American folklore

SERVE OR SUFFER

Cars roll in from the void, and it's your job to read them. Pump the fuel, fill the request, make the change, every peso matters. Precision keeps the lights on. Mistakes invite attention. Learn the rhythms of the night before the night learns yours.

KEEP THE LIGHTS ON

The fluorescent hum of the station is the only thing standing between you and what lives outside. Manage the systems. Stay focused. Let the station go dark and find out what moves in when it does.

A DIFFERENT KIND OF HORROR

No weapon. No escape route. You're here because you owe money, not because you chose to be a hero, and that distinction makes all the difference. The horror isn't just what's watching from the dark. It's that you can't walk away from it.

Anyone who's driven a long highway at night knows how a gas station feels at 3 in the morning: the fluorescent hum, the silence past the light, the strange weight of a place built for people just passing through. That familiarity is the game's sharpest weapon.

SOMETHING OLDER THAN THE ROAD

The entities haunting these pumps were drawn from Chilean folklore and Latin American mysticism figures with real cultural weight behind them, older than the asphalt, older than the town, older than anyone you could ask. A localised dread built on real ground.

A NIGHTMARE IN 32 BITS

The mundane becomes unbearable. The shadows shift with your performance. The presence grows the better you do your job.

The shift starts at midnight. The week ends one way or another.