Late overtime at a rural Pacific Northwest office, the quiet broken only by a phone call. A familiar, gruff voice. They are all gone. Come quickly. You get in your car — and somehow arrive standing in the foyer of an empty house that smells wrong, where the only sounds are wind and branches and a faint ticking. Then a cold presence moves through you and you cannot move. Something with a blade is standing over you. What follows is an hour of combat, puzzles, and a world where demons hunt you through logic turned inside out.