You remember the party. The music, the lights… and then nothing.

Now you’re in a quiet, creaking mansion that doesn’t feel empty, no matter how still it gets. Doors are locked, hallways loop, and every room seems to know more than you do.

Search for clues, piece together what happened, and solve whatever stands between you and the exit. Keys, codes, strange mechanisms, nothing is where it should be, and none of it feels safe to figure out.

You’re not alone here. Something moves when you don’t look. It listens. It follows. And it’s patient.

Take your time… just not too much of it.