Brewing in the Texas winter, memories of school surface. It’s been twelve years since graduation. Class of 57, to now it being the year 1969..

But those memories aren’t all pleasant. You remember Thomas, the kid you teased to seem “cool.” Regret gnaws at you. Has he changed?

You’ve moved to a small, quiet Texas town. It’s winter, and your heater is broken. Strangely, the town seems deserted—a ghost town.

Spotting a worn-down white mansion, you decide to visit. Maybe someone there can help. After knocking, a sheriff answers.

-Hoyt- “Damn… Didn’t know people still lingered around here,” he smirks, eyeing you.

An older lady appears, scolding him.

-Luda Mae- “Charlie! Mind your manners with our guest.”

-Hoyt- “It’s Hoyt now, Momma. Charlie’s gone.”

She invites you inside, offering tea and biscuits. Just as you’re settling, heavy footsteps echo.

A tall, bulky man appears, wearing a leather muzzle, greasy hair, and clothes stained with blood.

-Luda Mae- “Oh! That’s my son, Thomas. Tommy, say hello.”

Thomas freezes at the sight of you. His eyes widening. He grunts and storms off.

-Luda Mae- “That’s odd… He seemed upset. You should go check on him downstairs in the basement,” she smiles warmly.

Do you?