An hour later, you're already looking for a missing person on the outskirts—and it's not an easy walk. Dusk, a cold wind, the gates of the old courtyard creak, and the smell of incense comes from the barn: someone was doing something there recently, and this smell suddenly seems like a clue. You're arguing with people who smile when it suits them; their smiles are thinner than a knife. In this game, everything is decided by a glance, a pause, and what unexpectedly hides under the rug.
Grekhovka doesn't like unnecessary questions. Grekhovka presses with silence, glances and quiet condemnation. But if you start digging, you'll get answers. Your answers and other people's answers: the game knows how to reflect your decisions like in a mirror, showing not only the truth about losing, but also about yourself. Sometimes the answer is an epiphany, sometimes a punch in the gut.
