The city sleeps — but your brainrot has just begun.

In the dead of night, the hollow echo of metal haunts the streets — Tung... Tung... Tung... That sound? It means Tung-Tung-Tung-Sahur is awake. And now, so are you — a machine, left to rust, suddenly alive... and cursed with purpose.

You roam a forgotten city, collecting strange remnants of a world that's falling apart. But deep in the alleys, just out of sight, something watches. Something relentless.
Tung-Tung-Tung-Sahur doesn't run. He doesn't stop. He finds.

Avoid the light — it only feeds your paranoia.
The deeper you go, the worse the brainrot gets.
Gather. Escape. Or lose yourself before dawn.

This isn't just a game — it's a creeping obsession.
Tung-Tung-Tung-Sahur lives in your head now.