About the game

Another day goes by.

No use in counting the hours. I count the sunsets. Like the one occurring now. I don’t even qualify them anymore. Red is red, day in, day out.

I wonder how much of my fuse has yet to be consumed. For how long my flame will have to burn. I’m alone. Not much of a company for nobody, let alone myself.

It’s dinner time. Same-old, same-old. But I have work to do.

Stupid kids.

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Lisey is a game about grief. A horror story that has meaning only if you suffered a loss. Or maybe not even then. Because life – and death – are meaningless.