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WASD:Move // move mouse // Space:jump // E: interactions // left ctrl :crouch // Q : to hide puzzles or camera
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The silence in the house is heavier now, thick with absence. Your fingers brush the cold edge of your wedding band, a habit when the void gnaws—*where are they?* No note, no struggle, just empty rooms echoing with the ghost of your daughter’s laughter. The guilt coils like a snake: *Did you fail them?* Or is this some cruel dreamscape, your mind fraying at the edges? Reality blurs—too sharp for sleep, too hollow for waking. Three clues taunt you from the shadows of this labyrinth. Two reek of venom. The first: a torn photograph, your face scratched raw, hidden beneath floorboards you don’t remember lifting. The second: a voicemail from your wife, her voice trembling *“I’m sorry—”* before static swallows her, dated a week after she vanished. Lies? Or confessions? The third is a scrawled address in your own handwriting, ink fresh, leading to a diner that doesn’t exist. A detour, maybe—or a trap. You can’t trust your own pulse anymore. Every step feels scripted, as if the game’s designer is laughing just beyond the code. Unravel the truth, and you might wake up. Or you might tear open a deeper wound, another story clawing its way out of the dark.
