Kandovan was dead, even while its people still breathed. The houses, the tunnels, the stones… everything was full of something that didn't want to be seen.
They found Karim,but not like a usual victim; his body was by a wall sunk in darkness, cold, dry, and his eyes stared at the rocky ceiling, as if he had seen something that took his life.
No scream, no sign of a struggle. Just a heavy silence and a sense of suffocation that, from the very first moment, entered the soul of anyone who approached the house.
Sarah, the new detective, stepped into the village. The ground smelled of must and dampness, but it was mixed with something else too… something like a hidden fear that clings to your skin. The people passed by with brief, cold glances. No smiles, not a word. Just a silence that said, "Forget everything you see."
She inspected the tunnels. A dark, fragile network, full of fractures and twists that even those who had lived there for years didn't know about. Marks were carved on the walls; lines that seemed drawn in blood, and among them, a repeated name: Karim.
The sound of footsteps came. Slow, but close. Sarah turned, but no one was there. Just a shadow passing through the walls, without form, without substance, as if it didn't exist, yet it swallowed your gaze.
Sarah understood: This place has no law. Here, whoever sees the secrets is condemned. And this is just the beginning of the game.