The air is cold, the spiders are livid, and Grimesmere Gully has its eye on you.
After the first new resident since founding moves to Grimesmere Gully, townsfolk alike grow curious about his decided seclusion from the community. Invitations, letters, gifts; nothing can pull the new farmer from his isolation. Meanwhile, citizens of The Gully attempt to overcome the seasonal challenges specific to their wondrous town, and the decisions they make to unlock who they think they are.
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.