“Welcome to the place where you will meet your end.”
The rules shift between paradox and truth.
Which is right, and which is wrong?
Is the food strange? Don’t eat it. No talking during the main course. Don’t waste anything. Deadly contradictions run between the lines.
“Outsiders” are forbidden to speak. So who, exactly, is beside you? Are they human?
Ha ha... Look around. Take a good look...
“The castle has never had a lord”... “Never speak the lord’s name aloud.”
Quick, raise your glass... “May you last until the lord returns.”
Whose blood has soaked these vivid white roses?
The price of breaking a rule is cruel.
Fear spreads among the survivors, and every exchanged glance brims with suspicion.
The butler is everywhere. His elegance is the prelude to death, and his “help” is poison from the abyss. The lord he speaks of lurks in every shadow of the castle.
When the rules shatter your understanding, when trust becomes a luxury, when shadows that “do not exist” are everywhere, how can the players who enter this place struggle to survive the deadly maze of lies woven by the butler’s rules?
Your final resting place is ready.
The countdown to survival is about to... hit zero.
