Au travail d'Aras, une femme sème le trouble chaque nuit, éveillant son malaise à partir de détails épars. Les indices convergent vers une vérité : les monstres existent bel et bien et vivent parmi les humains, à l'image des récits effrayants de son enfance qui hantent encore les esprits. Dans une immense capitale d'Anatolie centrale abritant cinq millions d'âmes ordinaires, l'histoire dépeint une existence banale aux accents subtilement moroses, où les habitants traversent la vie sans éclat.
Ce casual adventure indie propose une expérience textuelle riche en profondeur narrative. Les joueurs s'immergent via des dialogues à embranchements multiples et des interactions avec des assets en comic book dessinés à la main, incarnant des personnages au style anime, le tout porté par une bande-son ambient originale. Parfait pour les amateurs de récits à choix qui apprécient les révélations discrètes dans des décors quotidiens.
At the place where Aras works, a woman makes a scene every night. Aras feels an oddness in what little information he has managed to find out and realizes that every clue points to a single fact. Monsters are real, and they live among us. Aras learns that in all those spooky stories that he has been listening to since his childhood, these creatures who have troubled people continue in their way.
Text-based story rich gaming experience
Dialogues with multiple choices
Interaction with hand drawn comic book assets
Anime style characters
Original ambient soundtrack
Aras held most characteristic of the capital in which he lived with 5 millions other inhabitants in the center of Anatolia. Neither of them had any particular features one could think of right away. Everyone knew their names but nobody really cared about them. They both had a vision of sorts at one time, but they seemed to abandon it. Even the unfavorable aspects of cities, and of humans, can express a great deal, however this was not one of those cases. Being exposed to their bleak aura wasn't like choking in a depressive spiritual trench, but evoked the feeling of drowning in a muddy puddle along the sidewalk. They were not tedious, but also not lively. If you'd ask them how they'd have been, they would answer with "living somehow".
