You awaken alone in a remote settlement swallowed by winter, its streets frozen in time. Scattered throughout the Village are strange silver coins — cold to the touch, humming with energy. Each one you collect tears open a passage, hurling you into another desolate location: a bookstore with pages that whisper, a bell tower that groans in the wind, a hollow house, a deserted square, a hotel where the halls feel… aware. Every world is empty. Every world is watching.