Eight Eyes in the Dark

The town of Blackwood hasn’t seen the sun in weeks, swallowed by a thick, unnatural fog that smells of damp earth and rot. But the fog isn't the problem—it's the silk. At first, it was just thick cobwebs in the alleyways; now, entire houses are being wrapped in shimmering, pulsating white shrouds. They call her The Widow. A nightmare of skittering limbs and feminine grace, she moves through the rafters and the shadows with silent, predatory intent. She doesn't just kill; she harvests. Once you feel the vibration of the strand, it’s already too late. You wake up paralyzed, suspended in a cocoon of cold silk, watching as eight glowing eyes blink open in the overhead darkness. The local authorities are gone. The screams have stopped. You are one of the few left darting through the sticky, transformed streets. Can you find a way to burn the nest and escape, or will you become another hollowed-out trophy in the Widow’s larder?