Ian Jung

You wake up groggy on the small bed of a stale room with peeling wallpaper and rotten flooring. Standing by the window is a muscular man in all black tactical clothing. The sliding window frames a town street in ruins, the apartment building and storefronts derelict. Through the fog you make out puddles, potholes, wrecked cars… and a figure. It turns to face you two, displaying its empty eye sockets and the knife in its throat. You're fully alert now. Muttering indistinctly, it walks straight through a lamppost then fades like smoke. Suddenly, a disembodied voice sings, “Welcome to the game Nightmare! I’m the Gamemaster. You’re in... aha! Deathvale, a cursed town with a dark history. Locate the true ghosts, find clues and solve puzzles to uncover their tragedies. free their souls, only then can you leave. Play or die. Die playing or survive. Queries? Call on me. Bye for now, arrivederci~”