SonarDive

The submarine drifts through black water and you can't see a thing. Tap, and a sonar ring ripples out, painting the rocks for a heartbeat before the dark swallows them again. Treasure is a point each; bump a rock and a life's gone, three total. It's a game about trusting the brief flashes, about remembering where the rocks were instead of looking at them. The dark gets thicker, the rocks sneakier, the treasure smaller. There's a quiet tension in moving blind, then relief when the ping shows you're an inch from a rock you never saw. Deep runs feel like holding your breath. Then you surface, and you want to go back down.