You answered the phone, and on the other end, a mysterious voice said: "Meet me at the old windmill on 5th and Main." You're not sure why you were drawn to this location, but it seemed familiar, almost as if someone had been whispering in your ear all along. The windmill was abandoned, with broken windows and a door that hung crookedly off its hinges. A figure waited for you in the shadows, a figure you couldn't quite make out.
What do you do?
The Voice Is Coming From Everywhere
The Old Man and the Young Woman