Al lavoro di Aras, ogni notte una donna crea scompiglio, destando il suo disagio da indizi fugaci. Gli elementi si ricompongono in un'unica verità: i mostri esistono e vivono tra gli umani, proprio come nelle inquietanti storie della sua infanzia che ancora oggi tormentano la gente. Ambientata in una vasta capitale dell'Anatolia centrale, abitata da cinque milioni di anime qualunque, la vicenda ritrae un'esistenza monotona e pervasa da un velo di desolazione, in cui i residenti si lasciano trascinare dalla routine senza slancio.
Questo indie casual adventure offre un'esperienza testuale ricca di profondità narrativa. I giocatori si immergono tramite dialoghi ramificati con scelte multiple e interagiscono con asset a fumetti disegnati a mano, popolati da personaggi in stile anime, il tutto accompagnato da una colonna sonora ambient originale. Perfetto per gli amanti delle storie guidate dalle scelte, che apprezzano rivelazioni silenziose in contesti quotidiani.
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".
