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Shibito: Muertos vivos de ojos sangrantes, que matan por diversión.
Sightjacking: Habilidad de poder ver a través de los ojos de los Shibito.

1. My favorite stage was a short one involving a young woman (Risa) trying to escape from an abandoned house, with a Sniper guarding the gate and a lone patrolling Shibito wandering around outside with a large sickle and a flashlight. The goal is to find some way to distract the Shibito outside the gate while a) not getting the attention of the much-closer patrolling Shibito and b) not getting your face blown off. It’s a relatively easy stage, but the tension came together so well that I was actually holding my breath for a lot of it, as girly as that sounds. At one point, I had to leave the main part of the house and head around to a shack out back to get something. I sightjacked the patrolling Shibito, waited until he/she/it was on the other end of the house, and made a run for it. I got in and out of the outdoor shack just before the blue guy rounded a corner and nearly spotted me. I made my somewhat panicked escape back into the main part of the home and, after locking the door, closed my eyes and tuned myself to the Shibito to see where was.

He’d stopped, and was staring intently at the door to the shed I had left open. He stood there for a few seconds, then slowly started to shuffle towards it, almost stealthily, paused, and giggled to himself before hopping up the landing and darting inside, breathing excitedly.

If I’d been in that shed, which, given the amount of rummaging in there, was quite possible, I promise you I would have fucking shit myself right there and cried like a little girl. Just imagine turning around to make a break for it and seeing a grinning, giggling, blue-skinned, bloody-eyed, photorealistic Shibito standing in the only door out of the shed, a split second away from burying a gardening tool in your throat.


2. A shibito sees me, I run. I make it through the back door of a diner and, as you can on most doors in the game, lock it from the inside. I sightjack the shibito to kind of laugh at him, and I see what he's doing.

He stares at the door for a while, muttering angrily, then tries to open it. Failing that, he tries again. When that doesn't work, he hits it. Hard. Again. Then he starts ramming it with his shoulder.

I'm watching all this, wondering when that asshole is going to go back to his appointed rounds of muttering to himself and wandering the streets, when (and remember, this is all from the shibito's POV) the door flies off it's hinges and I'm treated to a red-tinged vision of myself, eyes closed, about to get shot in the eye with the revolver the shibito was carrying.

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