Game Features
Stalk the dark. Embrace the monster. Get out alive.
Hunt
Enter alone or with up to two allies and join a multiplayer horror hunt where rival Grimrunners are as dangerous as the darkness itself.
Transformation
To hunt monsters, you must risk becoming one. Drink Nocturn to unleash your chosen Grimspawn form, but every transformation erodes the self.
Stealth
Move through shadows, stalk your prey, and choose when to strike. The city reacts to noise, greed, and hesitation… and once it wakes, it bites back.
Escape
Know when to push and when to walk away. Chase the Gloomfiend, fight for its Terror Seed, or cut your losses and extract before the night turns on you.
Explore characters
Grimrunners and Grimspawn. Hunters and nightmares. Sometimes the same thing.
VOID SHEPHERD
Void Shepherds hover over the Gloom like sentinels over a grave. Motionless, patient, almost reverent, they guard a single point with absolute devotion. The moment something trespasses into their reach, that devotion becomes violence. They are not hunters in the usual sense. They are fixed judgments waiting to be triggered.
WRAITH HOLLOW
A grave would be mercy, if Seers believed in mercy. Wraith Hollows are infected humans hollowed out and kept upright long past death. They linger as mindless sentries and living brood sacks, their ruined flesh serving only one purpose: to birth more Seers into the world. They possess no will but the Gloom. They do not think. They do not stop.
FEARMONGER
Born of shrivelled talons and Seer Gloom, Fearmongers were never made for a clean kill. They strike the moment attention slips, turning groups into stragglers and stragglers into meat. Do not be fooled by the eyeless skull. They see well enough in darkness. Better than most things. Certainly, better than you.
JORDAN “HAWK” NKOSI
Jordan “Hawk” Nkosi does not waste motion, words, or mercy. He learned vigilance the night monstrosities razed his home and left him the only survivor. Since then, discipline has become doctrine: protect the living, hunt what should not exist, never blur the line between man and monster. Others compromise. Hawk does not.
ELENA MORTEM
Elena Mortem was born into a name marked by taboo. Her ancestors were among the first to take Nocturn and become the very monsters they hunted, and the stain never left. She was raised inside that burden and sharpened by it. Elena does not hunt for glory. She hunts to vindicate the bloodline, the bridges it burned, and the ground it claimed.
MARCUS WICKHAM
Marcus Wickham once believed even the damned could be brought back. A preacher by calling, he spent his life guiding the lost toward the light. Then something ancient entered his world in the shape of a penitent and slaughtered his family. Marcus buried his faith with them. What remains is not a shepherd but a weapon. No sermons. No absolution. Only the hunt.
Welcome to Nightholme
As Above, So Below
The town is hungry. Come share in the feast.
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Their Own Medicine
There's a thin line between human and horror. You'd be surprised how easily it's crossed.
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The Root of It
Small towns bury their secrets deep. These ones kept growing.
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Old Devotion
Whatever they worship here, they mean to bring it back.
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Mother Knows Best
There are things in this world that are older than fear. Would you wake them?
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Dark Reply
The monsters here have their methods. But then, so do you.
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Something Tender There
If you listen, you can hear its pulse.
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Winner Takes All
The spoils are ripe for the taking. It's just a matter of who gets them.
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Nowhere Left to Run
With death at your heels, darkness becomes your only option. Best not to ask what went in before you.
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A Charming Little Town
Shadows gather thick here. Even from above, the place feels wrong.
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