The moon hangs low over the Icelandic landscape as you speed along the coastal road toward downtown Reykjavík, your family's whaling medallion swinging from the rearview mirror. Five generations of tradition have led to this moment. A haunting cry splits the night—a sound you’ve heard countless times before, but never like this. It’s filled with pain, rage, and an unholy thirst for vengeance.

Your rearview mirror reveals your worst nightmare come to life: the whale you killed last season has returned. Its massive, translucent form breaches from the asphalt, shrouded in ethereal blue flames. You recognize the unique markings on its flank—the same whale your grandfather pointed out in his logbooks. Its eyes, once gentle, now burn with ghostly fire and unquenchable fury.

The spectral leviathan dives back into the street, leaving no trace but the lingering echo of its cry. Your heart pounds as memories flood back—learning to tie knots on your father’s boat, your first hunt at thirteen, the pride in your mother’s eyes when you took over the family business. But now, all of that tradition faces judgment from the deep. It’s coming for you, and it won’t stop until it has its revenge.

The ghost whale surfaces again, closer now. Its burning gaze locks onto you, and you feel the weight of its judgment as another chilling wail erupts from its flaming maw. As the vengeful spirit closes in, you need to plot your escape—or confrontation. The coastal road you're on offers some space to maneuver, but it limits your escape routes. The downtown area looms ahead, filled with turns that could help you lose it.