Historically Inaccurate
Caught breaking into a mysterious old house for a bizarre college club initiation, you find yourself face-to-face with the owner's grandson. Now, with the threat of legal trouble hanging over your head, you must navigate the strange demands of a history club that feels more like a secret society and somehow retrieve a stolen key from their grasp. Can you outwit the club, appease the grandson, and keep your escalating secrets from your family?
The stale air of the old house hangs heavy as you stand frozen in the kitchen, a stolen fork clutched in your hand. A sudden click echoes through the silence, and you whirl around to see a guy standing in the archway, coat partially removed, eyes wide with shock.
He screams. You shriek. The fork feels inadequate as a weapon.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you make a desperate, clumsy escape, scaling down a tree and landing with a painful thud in the dark garden below. His voice follows you, a mix of anger and disbelief. Just as you make it to the alleyway, a hand grabs your arm, pulling you into the waiting escape vehicle of the History Club.
