"e;The fog shouldn't have teeth. But then again, houses shouldn't breathe."e;Five strangers. Five countries. One impossible fog that swallows them whole. Raj Singh was walking to evening prayers in Amritsar. Min-Ji Park was rushing home before curfew in Seoul. Marcus Wade was navigating Oxford Street in London. Klaus Muller was calculating trajectories in Berlin. Isabella Santos was lost on a field trip in Sao Paulo. Now they're all in the same nightmare. Transformed into puppets cloth and porcelain and wood where flesh used to be they're thrust into the Hungry House, a living structure that doesn't just trap its victims. It digests them. Slowly. Eternally. Each scream preserved in a jar for later consumption. But the house is just the beginning. Beyond its walls lies Oz Proper, where cosmic puppeteer Ozothoth orchestrates an endless theater of horrors. Where Grandma's cottage hides wolves with too many teeth. Where Shows never end and survival rates drop with each performance. Where HP Love dies heroically, comedically, repeatedly and keeps coming back to guide them through fresh nightmares. There is no escape. Only the space between Shows. As their humanity cracks away piece by piece, as their memories of home fade like smoke, they face an impossible choice: surrender to the eternal performance, or defy a cosmic entity that's been running Shows for centuries. Five children. Zero survival rate. Infinite Shows. But sometimes the most powerful magic is just refusing to stop. A dark fairy tale mashup where international terror meets impossible geometry, puppets have agency problems, and the real horror is realizing survival isn't the same as freedom. Perfect for fans of cosmic dread with sarcastic commentary, breathing architecture, and the uncomfortable realization that you might already be in the Show. Warning: Contains houses with digestive systems, grandmothers with too many teeth, recurring deaths played for both horror and comedy, and the philosophical question if you keep surviving, are you winning or just?? the performance?

"e;The fog shouldn't have teeth. But then again, houses shouldn't breathe."e;Five strangers. Five countries. One impossible fog that swallows them whole. Raj Singh was walking to evening prayers in Amritsar. Min-Ji Park was rushing home before curfew in Seoul. Marcus Wade was navigating Oxford Street in London. Klaus Muller was calculating trajectories in Berlin. Isabella Santos was lost on a field trip in Sao Paulo. Now they're all in the same nightmare. Transformed into puppets cloth and porcelain and wood where flesh used to be they're thrust into the Hungry House, a living structure that doesn't just trap its victims. It digests them. Slowly. Eternally. Each scream preserved in a jar for later consumption. But the house is just the beginning. Beyond its walls lies Oz Proper, where cosmic puppeteer Ozothoth orchestrates an endless theater of horrors. Where Grandma's cottage hides wolves with too many teeth. Where Shows never end and survival rates drop with each performance. Where HP Love dies heroically, comedically, repeatedly and keeps coming back to guide them through fresh nightmares. There is no escape. Only the space between Shows. As their humanity cracks away piece by piece, as their memories of home fade like smoke, they face an impossible choice: surrender to the eternal performance, or defy a cosmic entity that's been running Shows for centuries. Five children. Zero survival rate. Infinite Shows. But sometimes the most powerful magic is just refusing to stop. A dark fairy tale mashup where international terror meets impossible geometry, puppets have agency problems, and the real horror is realizing survival isn't the same as freedom. Perfect for fans of cosmic dread with sarcastic commentary, breathing architecture, and the uncomfortable realization that you might already be in the Show. Warning: Contains houses with digestive systems, grandmothers with too many teeth, recurring deaths played for both horror and comedy, and the philosophical question if you keep surviving, are you winning or just?? the performance?

"e;The fog shouldn't have teeth. But then again, houses shouldn't breathe."e;Five strangers. Five countries. One impossible fog that swallows them whole. Raj Singh was walking to evening prayers in Amritsar. Min-Ji Park was rushing home before curfew in Seoul. Marcus Wade was navigating Oxford Street in London. Klaus Muller was calculating trajectories in Berlin. Isabella Santos was lost on a field trip in Sao Paulo. Now they're all in the same nightmare. Transformed into puppets cloth and porcelain and wood where flesh used to be they're thrust into the Hungry House, a living structure that doesn't just trap its victims. It digests them. Slowly. Eternally. Each scream preserved in a jar for later consumption. But the house is just the beginning. Beyond its walls lies Oz Proper, where cosmic puppeteer Ozothoth orchestrates an endless theater of horrors. Where Grandma's cottage hides wolves with too many teeth. Where Shows never end and survival rates drop with each performance. Where HP Love dies heroically, comedically, repeatedly and keeps coming back to guide them through fresh nightmares. There is no escape. Only the space between Shows. As their humanity cracks away piece by piece, as their memories of home fade like smoke, they face an impossible choice: surrender to the eternal performance, or defy a cosmic entity that's been running Shows for centuries. Five children. Zero survival rate. Infinite Shows. But sometimes the most powerful magic is just refusing to stop. A dark fairy tale mashup where international terror meets impossible geometry, puppets have agency problems, and the real horror is realizing survival isn't the same as freedom. Perfect for fans of cosmic dread with sarcastic commentary, breathing architecture, and the uncomfortable realization that you might already be in the Show. Warning: Contains houses with digestive systems, grandmothers with too many teeth, recurring deaths played for both horror and comedy, and the philosophical question if you keep surviving, are you winning or just?? the performance?