"I'm begging you! Can't you last a little longer!"
At the same time.
Inside another Outlast instance.
The basement.
Sun Yi clutched the DV camera whose screen had already begun flashing a red warning, his face deathly pale.
He had thought that after experiencing that devilish basement in Resident Evil, he had become completely desensitized to environments like this.
Even if Lu Xiu had personally designed it, it would be the same!
—At least, that was what he had thought at first.
Until.
He actually arrived in the basement, and only then did he discover that his earlier false confidence—in the face of Lu Xiu's deranged malice—was simply childish, like kids playing house.
If Resident Evil's basement, though equally full of danger, still let him pick up firearms and fight, still let him defend the dignity of being human.
Then Outlast's basement—or rather, the entire instance—was a pure mass of malice. It even stripped Sun Yi of every ounce of human self-respect, forcibly driving him back into a primitive creature that could only act on instinct.
Yes.
A creature.
When facing a desperate situation, surrounded by darkness and danger, yet with no weapon, it was equivalent to having the option of resistance forcibly erased—no margin for error, no confidence whatsoever, stopping meant death. This pure passivity, this helpless beating, made fear grow wildly in his mind like a disease clinging to the bone, magnifying without end.
It turned every minute, every second inside the instance into torture.
He could only hand full control of his body over to his survival instinct.
Like an ape-man that had only just learned to walk upright, fleeing for his life on the most primitive instincts.
But on the other hand, the instance kept forcing the player to actively explore.
Like right now.
Sun Yi