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The Monster of Metaphor judges those who fall. Whether you’re trapped in a coma, asphyxiating in a toy chest, or off your head on shrooms, it pulls you to its world and shows you your greatest weaknesses. Fight and win, and you’ll make peace with your trauma. Fail, and you’ll die in both worlds. Either way, the Monster itself remains untouched, searching for its next victim.

Our heroine spent many years searching for a way to kill the creature, after alcoholism combined with Metaphor drove her father to his death. A secret ritual called the Metaphor itself to her mind, separated from its minions. In a ruined cityscape half burning with her rage, half drowned under the waters of her regret, she fought and won.

She felt good. Healed. Her father was avenged, and she’d finally made peace with her trauma--

Wait a minute.