Demise

The end is near, I can feel it in my bones.

Secrets are practically seeping from the seams of this fabricated society. Deceiving you with the pretty allure of all that is promised. Descending you into the inky black reality of this world's past, present and future.

If we can all survive, what kind of future awaits us? Forever servants to the tyrants that have ruled Salem for over three hundred years?

What if the history books got it wrong, though? What if the past isn't what it seems? What if it can help us rewrite the future?

The casket is closing, we're running out of time. No matter which way this goes, it's going to be someone's Demise.