There is a world out there so different from our own, and yet so similar. A world that was created away from our own; a world that holds within it the heart of our own darkness. In it lurk the Repressed; they are strange beings that gather the creepiest, uncanniest, and yet most familiar creatures in existence. It is a world in extreme flux. There is ever changing architecture: moving doors, stairs leading to the ceiling, and ceilings that inexplicably lead to floors. Walls bleed, breathe, and wither in agony. “How much blood?” he will ask you. No one knows what happens if he gets close enough.