Her last signal still pings on your phone.
Just beyond the rusted fence — the one you swore you’d never climb — something is moving.
Belongings scattered. Fires still burning.
An abandoned church that isn’t so abandoned.
Every step drags you deeper into the woods, and closer to the Kult that waits in the dark.
Maybe you can still turn back.
But some fences were never meant to be crossed.
👉 Wishlist The Kult before it finds you.
