Run from BUBOL horror

Something is wrong. Your thoughts are hazy, your memory shattered — but one thing is clear: you’re being hunted. The presence drawn to your fear. You don’t know how it started. You don’t know what it wants. But it won’t stop. It watches. It waits. And then… it strikes. There’s no time to think — only time to run. Find a way to survive the impossible. Every second counts. Every sound could be your last.