My family

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

My family

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

I stand at the iron gates of Blackthorn Estate, duffel bag in hand, breath fogging in the cold. Ten years since I walked away. Ten years since I promised never to come back. The letter in my pocket is smeared with blood—my sister’s, I think—and says only: They’re going to make us play again. Don’t trust the will.

Inside, the house looms, windows dark except for the third-floor study—my father’s room. Except he’s dead. The funeral was yesterday. So who’s watching me?

My brother greets me at the door, smiling like a knife. "You came. Good. The trial starts at midnight. Hope you’ve practiced lying."

I haven’t. And that might be the only honest thing about me now.

A clock chimes somewhere deep in the halls. Twelve hours until the first ritual. I need to find my sister before then. But the house remembers me—and it doesn’t forgive desertion.