Crescent Bay

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Something – some feeling – has brought you to your friend’s house. A door appears in the field in front of you, swinging open to conveniently (and spookily) beckon you inside.

What awaits you in the living room is a typical crime scene; overturned lamps and chairs, a pool of blood on the floor, trailing off towards a closed door as if something – or someone – has been dragged, the TV switched on but alerting you to no signal. As you process the scene in front of you, complete with the eerie, ambient sounds of the storm outside, you decide to use your abilities to try to piece together what happened.