They never left - The Broken Script

You load a world. You punch a tree. You mine. You build.

Everything feels... off. The sky flickers. Something’s floating up there — wrong shapes, no logic.

You keep playing. But the chunks… they disappear. The world deletes itself piece by piece. You try to leave. You can’t.

Something is here with you. It was always here. Watching. Waiting.

You think you’re hallucinating. You’re not.

It’s looking for you now.

Tip: You might hear footsteps. Don’t turn around.

Tip: Ignore the sky. It sees you when you look back.