The cure is on the roof. Your foot is getting worse.

Why it caught our eye

MOLDRISE gives its climb an unpleasantly personal deadline. An infection is eating its way up your leg, and the cure is somewhere above you. Every favour traded with a neighbour costs time or resources you might need later.

Hunger, thirst and the building’s mystery complicate the ascent. We like the idea of learning a small place intimately across runs while never feeling comfortable in it. Music from Buckshot Roulette’s composer adds another reason to investigate this damp little nightmare.