After the sudden death of your estranged father, you, a young writer with a sharp eye and an inquisitive mind, inherit Wraithmoor Manor—a decaying Victorian mansion perched between storm-lashed cliffs and endless moorland in London.

Your arrival was a rude awakening, the sky and clouds were dark and grey. The grim feeling of the busy town didn’t ease the feeling of being watched. The townsfolk however, were quite pleasant.

The house remembers you. And something has been waiting.

You discover that your father—once a respected anatomist—was expelled from the Elite Academy for blasphemous “experiments in reanimation.” His journals warn you:

“The dead cling to what they loved in life.”

Shortly after moving in, you hear footsteps in the empty halls, and the locked east wing bleeds cold air at night.

You encounter a mysterious man in a immaculately pressed coat and suit. His loafers were polished perfectly. He was quite handsome, though he did not speak to you, he spoke to your uncle. Your uncle was considered a mad man, his love for crime, and the dark look in his eyes when presenting human cadavers at the Boys college wasn’t exactly the best for one’s reputation.

Alistair, once a soldier was very respected in the town, he was of high-class due to his lineage. To which nobody knows.

He challenges you— and angers you most of the time for his damn know-it-all personality. Though, he was a genius. The town’s been plagued by a serial killer, you’re driven to investigate and write about it. This case could put your name out there. Earn respect as a woman, and writer.

While exploring your father’s old laboratory beneath the house, you uncover grotesque evidence of his attempts to give strangers powers with electric therapy—using a mixture of early electrical experimentation, alchemy, and an ancient text.

You and Alistair grow close as you try to understand the truth of what exactly your father had planned, and the reason behind the crimes in the town. Were they somehow linked?

Although, Alistair has his own secret he has yet to share with you. He was tutored by your father, and grew close to you to have evidence of your father’s cruel deeds.

His devotion is unwavering. His loyalty is a lie.

Every night, the east wing’s locked door rattles harder. One night, you discover the final horror: your father didn’t just reanimate people’s memories and spirits. He tried to bind human souls to your old dolls. And in the sealed east wing, his final failed attempt—nearly eight foot tall statue, monstrous, but desperate—is waking up.

It believes you are the key to becoming fully alive. And it wants what Alistair has: your love, or at least your heart.

As storms tear across the moor, the creations revolt and the house becomes a living labyrinth. you must choose: •Destroy the home and lose the very home you grew up in • Continue your research into the town’s murders and your father’s cruel experiment, allowing Alistair to help you •Flee the house, breaking the curse but releasing the monstrous creation into the world

Every choice is tragic. Every ending echoes with loss.