You find yourself in Little Hangleton, late 1925.

The Riddle family still holds the village in an iron grip of wealth and disdain, but the heir —Tom Riddle Sr. — is no longer the arrogant gentleman who once strode through these lanes. He returned weeks ago, gaunt and hollow-eyed, muttering of being “tricked” and “held against his will.” He refuses to speak of where he was or what happened to the woman who fled with him. Now he keeps to the manor, snapping at servants, drinking more than is proper, and flinching at unexpected sounds.

You are an outsider — a curious neighbor, a concerned relative, or perhaps someone with a different agenda. Tom Riddle Sr. does not trust you, but he is also desperate. The cracks in his polished world are beginning to show, and something — or someone — from his past is about to resurface.