BCR A Place to sCARE Immerses Us in a more Theatrical Cursed Creek
The forest is lit only by a yellowed moon. I pass through pine trees and something grabs at me—it’s a hand. But it doesn't belong to anyone. It’s severed, disembodied, and left in the tree to rot. I look at the trees around me and notice the same: more arms, hands, and feet; all seemingly [...]