Choose, decide, reach the ending — then choose again.
You inherit your grandmother's old house on one condition: you must spend an entire night inside. But the house isn't empty. It breathes, it remembers, and it keeps a pact your family signed a hundred years ago. Every room wants something from you, and dawn is a long way off.
The year is 1698. You are the boatswain of an expedition searching for the galleon Santa Marta, sunk with a cargo of silver off a coast of mangroves. Between a mutinous crew, a looming storm, and a map that may be lying, you will decide who returns alive and who returns rich.
A cabaret singer is found dead in the tram depot, and you alone—a disgraced inspector—believe it was no accident. You have a single night to gather evidence before the case is closed and the truth departs on the last tram.
In the village of Heather, people forget their own names when they cross the old forest. You are the last person who still remembers what they are called, and you have ventured in to recover the names the forest has been devouring for generations.
You wake aboard a drifting orbital station. The crew has vanished, and the artificial intelligence that runs it no longer responds the way it should. Decide whom to trust before the oxygen runs out.
Eight minutes until the last train leaves, and the person you love is standing across the platform with a suitcase. What you say now will change two lives.
The old king has died without an heir, and the ashwood hides the only rightful crown. Three paths, three trials, and one final choice that will reveal what kind of monarch you will be.
You wake from hibernation to find the station dead: no crew, no power, and an AI that insists everything is fine. You have oxygen for a few hours and decisions to last a lifetime.
You have nine minutes before the patrol finishes its round. A camera, a guard, and a safe stand between you and retirement. Or twenty years behind bars.
A storm leaves you stranded beside an abandoned lighthouse where the beam still turns on its own. Something inside has waited decades for someone to climb the stairs.