Dario works in a warehouse. Tonight his mind gives in, and you go down with it.

FLOOR BY FLOOR
The shift. The night offices. The break room where nobody saves him a seat. The commute, the house that went quiet. Further down, the rooms he never reopened. Not every floor shows up on the counter.

EVERYONE PUSHED
Every enemy is something that pushed him down. One of them never takes the punch clock off his neck.

HE'S NEVER ALONE
A voice follows him from room to room. The worse he gets, the closer it comes.

PAY IN PILLS
The pills that hold his mind together are the only currency down here. Every purchase costs a piece of him.

19 WEAPONS, 171 FUSIONS
Each one is named after something he carries inside. Fuse any two. There's no undo.

RUN AFTER RUN
Pieces of him come off and become playable: the Fragments of Dario.

NOT ALONE ANYMORE
It started as my idea, built alone for months, after work. Then my best friend joined, with the first ink sketches that brought my character to life. Then came the pixel artists who turn those drawings into pixels, and then the music. Now we're a team.