You have spent several years as the accountant of the enigmatic railroad magnate Hadley Strange. Then an unexpected medical checkup at work is followed, without any clear connection, by a cryptic letter from Strange himself — an invitation to his private residence: Crimson Manor, a luxurious property on the outskirts of London. Arriving at the manor, you find the door already open, no one waiting to greet you, and a silence that is heavy with something you cannot name. The feeling of being watched is immediate. You decide to leave. It is already too late.