UNDERSKIN

DESCEND ELEVEN FLOORS. Dario works in a warehouse. The game starts the night his mind gives in. Floor by floor you descend through his life: the shift, the night offices, the break room where nobody saved him a seat, the commute, the house that went quiet. Further down, the rooms he never reopened. Every enemy used to work there. The bosses are the managers who made his life hell, and one of them never takes the punch clock off his neck. THE PILLS ARE THE ECONOMY. The same pills that hold his mind together are the only currency the warehouse accepts. Every purchase costs a piece of him. Nineteen weapons, each named after a kind of workplace damage: the Bare Minimum, the Grudge, the Double Bind. Any two can fuse, 171 hybrids, 16 of them signature fusions with their own behavior. Fusion is a bet, not an upgrade button: there is no undo, and regret needs no tooltip. And the descent leaves marks: run after run you unlock the Fragments of Dario, versions of him from other falls, each one playable. TWO ENDINGS. The bottom is always the bottom. What changes is who arrives: how much of his mind you managed to keep decides what happens when there's nothing left to descend. One ending is reached by falling. The other must be earned. MADE TO MEAN IT. Made by one person, after work, about work. Every boss and mini-boss is being hand-drawn in ink by my best friend. Every sound in the game was recorded from the game itself: not a single note is AI-generated. This game exists because some things are easier to say with a warehouse full of monsters than out loud.