Blackwood Manor's Whispers

The flickering gaslight casts dancing shadows across your grimy spectacles. Outside, the relentless London fog clings to the cobbled streets like a persistent suitor. You, Professor Armitage Finch, esteemed (though perpetually behind on rent) xenolinguist, are not concerned with the mundane woes of Victorian England. Not tonight. For weeks, cryptic telegrams, smelling faintly of brimstone and despair, have been arriving from your eccentric cousin, Lord Ashworth, residing at Blackwood Manor, a gothic monstrosity perched precariously on the windswept Cornish coast. The telegrams speak of unsettling rituals, whispers from beyond, and a book… a book bound in human skin that hums with a palpable darkness. The latest, arriving just this morning, was short, frantic, and chillingly concise: "They are coming. The tapestry. The words… they… Help." And then, nothing. Your gut churns with a mixture of dread and academic curiosity. Ashworth, for all his eccentricities, possessed a library of unimaginable forbidden knowledge. Knowledge, you suspect, he was never meant to unlock. The train to Cornwall leaves in an hour. You have just enough time to gather your tools: your trusty dictionary of forgotten languages, a silver letter opener (more for protection than correspondence), and a flask of surprisingly potent gin. This is not a leisurely academic expedition. This is a plunge into the abyss. This is a desperate race against a tide of encroaching madness. This is your last chance to save your cousin, possibly the world, and perhaps, most importantly, recover that infernal book for… research purposes, of course. Prepare yourself, Professor Finch. Blackwood Manor awaits. And within its shadowy halls, secrets best left undisturbed are awakening. Your sanity, and your very soul, are on the line. Good luck. You'll need it. Click "New Game" to begin your descent into the darkness. Your choices will determine not only your fate, but the fate of reality itself. Choose wisely.