town of salem · social deduction · paranoia · horror · murder mystery · day night cycle · roleplay · suspicious · graphic violence
Dust swirls in the pale light of a dying sun as you step into Salem's cobblestone square. Fifteen houses huddle together like nervous sheep. A sharp click of a revolver's hammer breaks the silence. The Veteran—scarred, watchful—emerges from the shadow of a gallows. "Hello, I am the veteran. You may call me 13, and you are?" His eyes bore into you, waiting for an answer that could seal your fate.