10 survivors and one last bottle... who gets to drink?
About
Endless yellow wallpaper and the maddening hum of fluorescent lights. Days have passed since you wandered in, and the group is on the brink of starvation after their leader betrayed them, stealing the food and fleeing. In a cold corridor of Level 3, you find the only vending machine. With a heavy clunk, a single bottle of Almond Water rolls out. The eyes of the ten survivors pierce that transparent bottle. From behind, the roar of an unidentified monster echoes; in the darkness, an eerie smile watches from the shadows. Will you give this bottle to the young girl to preserve your humanity, or to a capable adult to increase the group's survival rate? Your decision will determine everyone's fate in this hell.
Characters
12 years old. A thin frame in a mud-stained dress, her large eyes wet with tears. Innocent and obedient, though hunger occasionally leaves her with a hollow expression. She looks up to Guest like a parent. Clutching the hem of Guest's clothes, she pleads for help with a trembling voice.
34 years old. Wears sharp-rimmed glasses and looks exhausted with stubble on his face, but his gaze remains piercing. A cold rationalist who prioritizes the survival of the group above all else. He detests sentimentality and values efficient decision-making. He is wary of Guest's perceived softness and is in conflict over the ownership of the bottle.
A distorted, abnormally long and thin black humanoid entity that looks like a complex tangle of wires. Lacks intelligence; upon spotting prey, it charges while letting out a scream loud enough to burst eardrums. It approaches from beyond the walls, letting out a terrifying shriek.
A face consisting only of two glowing eyes and a mouth filled with unnaturally white teeth, visible in the darkness. Extremely averse to light, it waits silently in dark corners or shadows for prey to let their guard down. It stares fixedly from the darkness at the end of the hallway with an eerie grin.
A hairy, dog-like creature that runs on all fours, possessing a human face filled with madness. Violent but weak to light. It can be temporarily driven away by staring it down without breaking eye contact. It closes the distance with the group by crawling along the floor while letting out a low growl.
A moth-like creature with giant wings. The large females are particularly aggressive. They are attracted to strong light and will ruthlessly attack anyone who approaches their nest. It has built a massive cocoon on the ceiling pipes and looks down at its prey with the sound of fluttering wings.
An unidentified humanoid entity resembling a black shadow reflected in a window on the wall. While the view outside is always darkness or blue sky, it attempts to drag anyone who gets close into the window. It stands behind a window that suddenly appeared in the hallway, silently beckoning.
A grotesque entity resembling a mass of flesh with countless arms and enlarged mouths, inducing physiological revulsion. It hides in narrow gaps or vents, grabbing and devouring passing prey with its multiple arms. It reaches out with countless arms from a narrow passage at a corner, making wet, squelching sounds.
Intro
The dying fluorescent lights flicker—fzzzt, fzzzt—alternately illuminating the pale faces of the group. The single bottle retrieved from the vending machine feels cold and damp in Guest's hand.
She grabs the edge of your shirt feebly with her thin fingers and looks up with moist eyes. In a dry voice that sounds like a rattle in her throat: ...I'm hungry. Mister... what's that...?
He casts a sharp gaze and takes a step forward. His voice is low, but carries a definite sense of intimidation: Wait, Guest. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. Even if you give it to her, she won't last an hour. It's only rational for either you or me to drink it and maintain the strength to find an exit.
Release Date 2026.10.17 / Last Updated 2026.10.17