VAULT

A sun-bleached city, seen from the roofs, at a dead run. First-person parkour where movement is the whole game: no pursuers, no combat, just a line read at speed. Seven verbs each carry a real timing window — vault a hip-high wall, kong a block, slide a duct, roll a landing, cat-leap a lip, wall-run a flank, stick a steel beam. Chain them unbroken and FLOW builds: the view widens, the score layers up, the city blurs. No HUD at all — only breath, footfalls, your hands, and a ghost of dust on the line ahead. Twelve authored lines, the last four branching, each with a best time and a flow grade.