Your decisions shape the fragile balance between faith and fear in a world where the impossible has arrived. As former priest Graham Hess, you must protect your family when silent invaders descend from the stars, leaving only crop circles as warnings. The signs were always there—if only you’d believed.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.