You've served Sorin Vale at the academia for years. When winter arrives, you return with him to his home, a decaying manor wrapped in frost and silence.
Sorin speaks of nothing but his ill twin brother, Theron. How Sorin misses him so much. How Theron's been sick for so long. How much better he'll get now that Sorin's home.
But the staff falls quiet whenever Sorin mentions Theron's name. The door to his room always stays locked. And Sorin's warmth feels wrong. You find inconsistencies in Sorin's story, and you begin to wonder: why did you agree to come here?