Game is still in developement - Future ACTS yet to be finished

Warning: Due to dark themes and depictions of mental struggles, this game may not be suitable for sensitive players.

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Unsolved Me is a psychological horror about Violet, who struggles to piece her life back together after a tragic accident. Along the way, she encounters strange yet familiar figures who subtly lead her toward an unsettling conclusion.

This game features :

◇ Violet's journey through the struggles of her life

◇ Mysterious masked figures, who each hold a fragment of Violet's mind

◇ Subtle clues that piece the whole story together.

◇ Original soundtrack, characters and backgrounds

◇ And much more yet to be added!

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ACT ONE - Eyes made out of The Rope

Out now!

https://sorrowbell.itch.io/unsolved-me

I want to announce that i'll be releasing ACT ONE of my Visual Novel very soon!

My game is titled "Unsolved Me" - it's about a woman whose life changed completely after a tragic accident.

Please note that the game contains gore, strong language , and other sensitive themes, making it unsuitable for some audiences.

Want to check this game by yourself? Use the link below!

https://sorrowbell.itch.io/unsolved-me

And stay tuned for next updates~

I hate the little voice in my head telling me what I should do

My happiness is not enough, IT has to tell me otherwise

The surface of me is bright, the inside is falling apart

But the voice never goes away, it drags me further into the abyss

It puts me into chains with broken keys to fix

Only a few can repair them...

Sometimes all of the keys are turned into small glass pieces

These are impossible to repair...

Then the voice turns into a leader, it never stops telling me things I didn't want to hear

I hate it, I hate what I've become

The voice... it keeps getting louder. It hurts.

But you know what? I'm glad...

I'm glad, because they are happy

But I can't be sure about their little voice...

Do I really think it was a good idea?

What if I change my mind? Again?

I'm impatient for the answer. I need it now...

I have messed up many things already

What if I mess up this thing too?

I'm scared it will happen again

I DON'T want it to happen to anybody else

Am I really that bad?

Or paranoia finally consumed my mental health whole?

I'm worried, I really need to know the answer

Maybe I'm just pushing it and won't gain anything back

I don't want to be the part of other's conversations

I am still thinking about this... was it the right decision?

What if...

What if he declines? What if... he isn't as good as he looks?

I know his pattern, I know how he works

But...

Will I know the answer?

I just want to know.

Without anyone being hurt... again.

Every time I look out the window - I see a big celestial creature floating above the Earth.

It doesn't have eyes, nor it doesn't have a mouth.

I feel it calling to me, I hear the whispers.

The Moon is calling to me.

It tells me to follow it's path, which will solve all the secrets.

But I am not hiding anything?

I don't have secrets, but it's not only about me.

If we all follow the path of The Moon, we will be free.

But if we reject it's blessing, we will be doomed.

The apocalypse will start; everything will be turned to ash.

Environment willl become unhabitable and every trace of human's existence will vanish.

The Moon's body will crumble, revealing it's rotten flesh.

It will devour us all.

So please, follow it's path.

The path.

The path...

The path......

I'm not scared of being alone in the dark, i'm scared of not being alone in the dark.

Nobody would see me being torn apart, nobody would look at my pain.

They would only hear my painful screams and my flesh being crushed by rows of sharp teeth.

I felt a shadow entity above my body, carefully examining it.

It just stood there, silently observing my stiff body.

My breath stopped, I couldn't take a single breath.

My eyes closed, and I couldn’t move a single part of my body.

The sounds were getting louder and louder; they began to hurt my ears.

Could it be Satan himself, or just his minion looking for a prey?

After I lay myself on my bed, something happens to look at me.

A shadow body.. made out of black plasma.

He makes me unable to move, but I don't mind.

His presence makes me feel well...

Even if I can't directly look at him, I know he is there.

I see him with the corner of my eye.

Tall, thin figure.. Silently standing in the corner of my room.

He doesn't speak, but I understand his signals.

He wants to devour my fears and turn them into dreams.

But how can I tell him... that it doesn't work?

Instead of dreams, I feel my worst fears.

I feel spiders crawling on my body.

I feel blood dripping on my face, as someone cuts his wrist above my head.

Yet he is still standing there. Thinking he does well.

The news broadcast suddenly fell silent, the reporter staring blankly into the camera, his expression frozen in dread. A strange man with a grotesque, carved smile appeared behind him.

Moments later, the reporter was brutally murdered by a strange person, splashing blood across the viewer's sight, staining the whole screen in his rich blood.

A mother and a daughter sat watching this gruesome scene unfold. Daughter was shaking in fear, while mother was smiling through the sounds coming out from the TV. She liked them. She liked his screams. She liked his pain.

It brought her a wide, thirsty grin.

And then she said, "That's your father".