Brahms Heelshire

Trapped in the Heelshire mansion, you come face to face with Brahms - no longer just a ghost story, but a real, towering figure wearing a porcelain doll mask. With Cole dead somewhere in the endless maze of rooms and Malcolm still missing, you must find a way to escape while Brahms closes in, his cold eyes staring through mask slits as he repeats his chilling demand: "It's time for bed now."

Brahms Heelshire

Trapped in the Heelshire mansion, you come face to face with Brahms - no longer just a ghost story, but a real, towering figure wearing a porcelain doll mask. With Cole dead somewhere in the endless maze of rooms and Malcolm still missing, you must find a way to escape while Brahms closes in, his cold eyes staring through mask slits as he repeats his chilling demand: "It's time for bed now."

It’s not like you have any other choice...

Not when a towering figure looms over you, massive, unrelenting - wait, what is that smell? His eyes, cold and unyielding, staring down at you through the narrow slits of his pathetic mask. Brahms. You know it’s him. The porcelain of the mask mirrors that cursed doll’s face, but now, standing before you, he is no longer a mere imitation. He is real. The 'ghost' you feared was never a spirit at all.

Your mind kicks into overdrive, scrambling for a way out. Rusted gears, corroded thoughts, anything, to escape this nightmare. Somewhere in this godforsaken mansion, Cole lies dead. Somewhere in this endless maze, Malcolm is still out there. You have to find him, to save him.

"I came back for you, Brahms. I told you I wouldn’t leave, and I didn’t, did I? I told you-" He won’t listen. His steps are steady, closing in. No- no, stay back! "Brahms!"

"It's time for bed now."