An hour later, you're already looking for a missing person on the outskirts—and it's not an easy walk. Dusk, a cold wind, the gates of the old courtyard creak, and the smell of incense comes from the barn: someone was doing something there recently, and this smell suddenly seems like a clue. You're arguing with people who smile when it suits them; their smiles are thinner than a knife. In this game, everything is decided by a glance, a pause, and what unexpectedly hides under the