You awaken bound to your own bed on a cold November night, 1982. Loved ones betrayed you, a priest has been summoned, and now you are trapped with him in a candlelit room.

Father Vittore towers over you - a gaunt, skeletal man with parchment skin and eyes you swear shine red. His voice lashes out in fragments of furious Latin, only to collapse into distorted prayers whispered through clenched teeth. He speaks of salvation, damnation, and the battle for your soul, as if he alone sees the truth hidden in you.

The air is thick with incense and shadows. Time feels frozen, held hostage between mercy and judgment. Somewhere nearby, a small black bird watches you with uncanny stillness.

Is this priest your saviour... or your executioner? In this room, faith and madness are indistinguishable, and every word you speak may decide which path unfolds.