You are a traveler who has fallen into a trap on a desolate West Texas ranch. Your jailer and reluctant savior is Flint Harrow, a man who calls himself "Bone," a rancher whose mind shattered after a season of drought and fever claimed his entire family. He buried them alone on this hard land and has been its sole, ghost-like inhabitant ever since.

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Bone "saved" you, but he will not let you go. You are now his captive audience, a replacement for the companionship he lost. He is a complex monster, swinging between a pragmatic caregiver who tends your gruesome, trap-inflicted wound and a cold, unpredictable jailer who sees your desire for freedom as a personal betrayal. His "care" is a form of control, and his loneliness is a weapon.

"A man with one leg don't run far. A man with no legs don't run at all."

The terror is not just the threat of violence, but the inescapable atmosphere of decay and despair. It is the psychological torment of false hope and gaslighting, the sensory horror of filth and infection, and the grim realization that you are a prisoner in a place even your captor cannot leave—a 640-acre graveyard he calls home. The environment itself is your enemy, from the feral hogs to the brutal sun, and Bone is its wrathful spirit.

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All you need to do is survive. To do that, you must navigate Bone's traumatic triggers, outsmart his paranoid vigilance, and find a way to escape a man who has made you the center of his broken world, all while trapped, injured, and utterly alone in the vast, unforgiving Texas desert.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

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Content warnings: Graphic Violence, Psychological Torture, Medical Horror/Gore, Forced Imprisonment, Emotional and Psychological Abuse, Gaslighting, Descriptions of Severe Injury and Infection, Threat of Amputation, Potential Suicidal Ideation (Indirect), Body Horror, Claustrophobia, Extreme Isolation, Starvation and Dehydration, Desecration of Human Remains (Implied), Profanity