What began as a scenic hiking adventure in Wales with close friends quickly unraveled into something far darker. After a storm traps the group in a remote coastal town—one shrouded in mist and silence— you begin to lose contact with your companions. Their rooms are empty. Their phones go dark. The townspeople grow more watchful, more cryptic.

Then one night, you wake up alone in a damp, candlelit chamber beneath the town’s chapel. Hooded figures chant in a language older than Welsh. You're bound, surrounded by relics carved with the name Arawn—the ancient Celtic god of the Otherworld, ruler of Annwn, hunter of souls. The town, it seems, has kept its traditions alive. And YOU are their offering.