Grindworm

You were late for your shift. Now the tunnels have collapsed, your crew is missing, and your only hope is a worn-out mining machine.

Dig through collapsing rock and something far worse.

You're alone. The machine moans. The walls twitch. Reality slips.

This is no longer mining.

This is surgery...

and something doesn't want you to leave.

Built around isolation, dread, and the slow erosion of reality.