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I walked past the reflection in the store window. There was no one in the sweatshirt.

They don’t see the face, they only see the shadow inside the fleece. Untitled Hood.txt

A piece for a specific indie game or ARG (Alternate Reality Game) that I might have missed? I walked past the reflection in the store window

Since this name is a bit of a "blank slate," we can take it in a few directions. A for a short analog horror video? A piece for a specific indie game or

As I finished reading, I realized the room felt colder. I looked over at the chair where I’d tossed my own hoodie—the one I’d been wearing all day. The hood was pulled up, standing rigid and stiff, as if someone was sitting in it. But the sleeves were empty, draped lifelessly over the armrests.