The world fell quietly... and something else woke up beneath it. After the collapse - after the silence and the red-eyed machines - I found the house. It shouldn't exist. It waits at the edge of the woods like a memory I forgot to bury. Inside, mirrors don't reflect. Walls hum. And deep beneath the rotting floors is a mouth that remembers me... even though I've never been here before. They call me the Witness now. This is what happens when the end of the world isn't the end - just the beginning of something darker. If you love haunting atmosphere, psychological horror, unreliable reality, and slow-burn unraveling of the self... step inside.