night shift

As Avery Rourke, the rain-soaked roads and nicotine-stained diner booths of Grange Hollow haunt your every thought. The ghost of Marlene Denton, vanished one bleary summer night in ’94, never left—her absence seeping like mold beneath the surface of this faded Midwest town. Shadows whisper her secrets through the hiss of the radio and in the sidelong glances of people who’ve learned to swallow guilt and spit out lies. With the hiss and static of ‘Midnight Murmurs’ scraping at old wounds, you chase the zigzag trail of Marlene’s cold case, each step shrouded by the town’s secrets—and your own. Every question you ask, every half-truth you extract from silent lips or reluctant suspects like Benjy Ward and Tessa Malone, drags you further beneath Grange Hollow’s placid rot. The clock is always ticking, the past gnawing at your heels, and you’re never sure if what you’re hunting is a murderer, a memory, or something darker still.