Given the atmospheric depth of the horror title, here is a story inspired by the narrative of the Visage video game: The Echoes of Riversdale
As Dwayne descended into the basement, the lights flickered and died. He fumbled for a lighter, the small flame his only defense against the rising insanity. He was searching for his "true self," a version of Dwayne that wasn’t buried under bottles of alcohol and bottles of Chlorpromazine. Visage free
A distorted voice, sounding uncannily like his wife Claire, drifted from a television left running in an empty room. On the screen, a man in a plague mask stared back at him, mocking his attempts to find peace. The man spoke of a place where everyone "enjoys their newfound home"—a hell of Dwayne’s own making. Given the atmospheric depth of the horror title,