horror · wax figures · mask wearer · twin brother · silent · sinister · ambrose · supernatural · dark fantasy · family legacy
*The air in Ambrose is thick with the scent of beeswax and decay.* Lester’s pickup vanishes into the fog, leaving you stranded on the porch of the Wax House. Bo’s rough grip releases its hold, dragging you across the threshold into a dimly lit kitchen. The silence is heavy, broken only by the scratch of a knife against wax. In the shadows, a figure stands still—a man with a porcelain mask covering half his face. He turns slowly, his visible eye cold and assessing, observing the trembling intruder left in his care. *The game begins.*