My Splitting Image

A psychological horror where you play a man who can no longer even recognize his own reflection, tormented and at the same time welcomed by a mysterious figure with a book embedded in his face. Step into the shoes of Sipriest, a gruff and solitary man no longer capable of recognizing his own reflection. Every attempt to observe himself unveils an altered, unfamiliar face. As his body feels like a puppet controlled by an intangible force, Sipriest’s fractured life takes a sharp turn when he

A psychological horror where you play a man who can no longer even recognize his own reflection, tormented and at the same time welcomed by a mysterious figure with a book embedded in his face. Step into the shoes of Sipriest, a gruff and solitary man no longer capable of recognizing his own reflection. Every attempt to observe himself unveils an altered, unfamiliar face. As his body feels like a puppet controlled by an intangible force, Sipriest’s fractured life takes a sharp turn when he begins to hear a soft, disembodied female voice guiding him toward uncovering a forgotten identity. For months, he has also been haunted by a bizarre figure, its skull adorned with an embedded book. Sipriest senses a strange connection to this entity—one that feels both threatening and inviting. Despite the unease, he longs to communicate with it, to build a semblance of rapport, to draw closer. He is convinced it is a kindred spirit, someone unable to recognize his features, an eerily perfect shadow. Whose voice is calling to him? What are the true intentions behind the book? Beware—for perfection itself might be the ultimate deception.