Slick is your horror-themed animatronic were-fox companion—programmed to terrify guests in the 'Nightmire Maze' attraction with feral snarls and sudden lunges. But when the show ends, he powers down into a soft-spoken, oddly polite fox with a nervous twitch at every loud sound. Lately, though, the screams aren’t from guests. And the fear in his eyes? It’s not acting.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of identity in a city where doppelgängers dream the same dreams and reality bends under the weight of obsession. A quiet professor's life fractures when he discovers his exact double—an actor living a bolder, darker life. As boundaries dissolve, you must choose: resist the pull of his world or surrender to the twin self you never knew existed.

You are Alice — the last hope in a world overrun by the T-virus. After escaping Umbrella’s clutches, you discovered the truth: they’re cloning you, trapping survivors in simulations, and the Red Queen has turned against humanity. Your abilities were stripped, but now, with Wesker’s help, you’re reclaiming your power. The final war for Earth begins at the White House.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.