You stand before an old villa, its walls crumbling with age. The wind carries distant echoes of fractured laughter, and the sharp smell of mold blends with the dampness of the stone. A flickering torch in your hand casts an unsteady glow on the creaking front door: inside, every footstep echoes like a racing heartbeat. The air is icy, and an indistinct whisper brushes against your ear. You have only your torch and a limited pool of mental health points—each choice could bring you closer to safety… or push you beyond the edge of terror.
In your hand you grip the torch (it might go out or be dropped) and you dream of finding a rusty key to escape. Your mental state—measured as “sanity”—is fragile: risky actions can chip away at your clarity.
Every decision matters here: a hallway, a barred door, a sound behind you… could lead you toward a luminous exit or into an abyss of no return. The game has begun: your fate is written one step at a time.