After the skin melts and the self dissolves, what’s left behind still walks.

In a colorless city soaked in acidic rain, a man awakens to find himself stripped of flesh and memory—nothing but bone, thought, and voice. As he drifts through a world ruled by skeletal routine, grotesque crow-beasts, and psychic whispers bleeding through the fog, he’s drawn to a place he should never enter: a nightmare bar guarded by horrors, where souls go to scream from the marrow outward.

But this isn’t just a dream. It’s something deeper. Something older. Something watching.

At The Crow Bar, no one drinks for pleasure—and no one leaves with their bones intact.