Key concept: A highly athletic but physically compromised bartender who must use a ticking pocket watch to precisely manage a severe lung condition while navigating a hostile environment with zero weapons. His rare lung condition makes him incredibly fragile but allows him to temporarily slow time down as he focuses his perception on a certain area.
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The Penalty (The Coughing Fit): If the player pushes past the 15-second limit, the protagonist suffers an uncontrollable, loud coughing fit. This completely drains his stamina, slows him to a crawl, and instantly alerts nearby enemies. </aside>
The Audio Design: The steady, rhythmic tick-tick-tick of the watch contrasts heavily with the protagonist’s increasingly ragged, wheezing breath.
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Name: Lopo Dekvelt
Physical aspect: A white man aged 26, very young and atlhetic. Wears a casual blue t-shirt with a medium long grey-black coat and cargo pants, paired with running shoes. Black hair, brown eyes, athletic build with a medium ammount of muscle. Has a scar on his right palm, enjoys using hand wraps to hide his palms.
Personality: Very street-savvy, capable of using environmental objects or small items very effectively, turning simple cloth into bandages or chemical powder into a visual distraction. Panics relatively easily due to the lack of oxygen from his lung condition, but remains determined. Talks very rarely, usually leaving a snide remark or a mocking joke after barely escaping a threat.
Motivation: Very sarcastic but deeply appreciative of his friends, grateful to his older brother for saving him from a dark path when he was young and helping him get his life together.
Following the disappearance of an old friend and loyal customer, he receives a disturbing call from his friend’s number, screaming that he made a mistake before naming a condemned, subterranean facility—a place the city buried decades ago—right before the line is cut by a metallic roar.
CONTEXT: The MC is exploring a crumbling, flooded subterranean facility. He has just slipped through a narrow passage, only to realize something massive is patrolling the corridor ahead.