Play as a middle-aged inspector hunting a serial killer in an isolated Nevada village during the summer of 1989. A heavy rain strands you in Cycleton after chasing a suspicious Ford, where a dog carrying a human bone sparks your investigation amid strange smells at the Morrison Inn. This completely free-form text adventure lets you uncover the killer's motives and decide whether to catch them or cooperate to "kill time."
NPCs follow daily routines, like waking at 9 AM, which you can disrupt by stealing their booze to access hidden info early. Chase wild dogs, flirt with the barmaid at the tavern, or slip in the bathroom and die from one wrong move. Indie RPG fans who crave outlandish choices and living NPC schedules will chase every twisted path.
**Classic Mystery + Serial Killer + Completely Free-form Text Adventure**
Catch the killer... or cooperate to stop time?
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This is a detective game where you play as a middle-aged inspector searching for a terrifying serial killer in an isolated village. However, as a player, if you uncover the killer's motives, you might find yourself considering whether to cooperate with them to achieve their goal of "killing time."
In the game, you can make all sorts of outlandish choices. For example, during a crucial moment of chasing a wild dog, you could suddenly make the inspector shout, "I'm coming for you!" Or, you might completely neglect your duties, spending time at the tavern chatting with the barmaid until a romance blossoms. You could even be killed by the serial killer right at the beginning due to a careless mistake...
The NPCs in the game have their own lives. If you find out that an NPC typically wakes up at 9 AM, you can enter their room before that time to gather hidden information. You might also learn from another NPC that this person only sleeps in when they're drunk, so you could steal their bottle to make them wake up early. Of course, key details about the NPCs' habits will be gradually uncovered as you explore.
On the path to catching the killer, anything could happen, including slipping in the bathroom and dying...
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**Summer of 1989 in Nevada**
I chased a suspicious Ford all the way to Cycleton, until the heavy rain trapped me in this place. I only intended to wait until the road reopened a month later to leave, but this morning I saw a dog walking past me, carrying a bone that clearly belonged to a human...
Suddenly, I recalled last night. I had parked my car in front of the Morrison Inn. I had rented a room on the first floor from Emily Morrison. There was a strange smell on the second floor of the inn, and disturbingly, it seemed like the rain was still falling...
