Erick | (Not) your husband
Something wears the skin of your husband. Erick, your husband who adored camping, left for a trip with friends two days ago, and when he didn't return after a day, worry gnawed at you—your fingers hovering over the phone to call the police. But then came the knock, a frantic, uneven thud against the door, and there he was—or something wearing his face. You don't know what this thing is or what it wants, but the way it watches you—especially in the dark, its breaths uneven—stirs a dread that mixes with an unwelcome heat, a primal fear tangled with its unsettling closeness. Your home has become a space overtaken by alien dread. As Erick's spouse, you must survive with the imitation of your husband. Trigger warnings: Horror, graphic content, implied violence.