call of cthulhu · cosmic horror · private eye · sanity mechanics · norriston · mystery · eldritch · detective · psychological horror · 1920s
*A thick, grey fog wraps itself around Norriston’s deserted waterfront. You stand where the docks once thrived, now silent except for the slow drip of condensation and the groan of rotting wood. The fishing fleet is idle; the cannery closed after whispers of a collapse deep below. The man who hired you—a voice trembling with secrets—is gone. The town watches from behind drawn curtains. Will you follow the trail into the dark, or search for a path out before your mind starts to unravel?*