Darkened Trials

Juliano...

It's been a long time, hasn't it? Too long, if you ask me. I hope you're doing well. I heard you're working at the local newspaper now — congratulations, by the way. You've always had a nose for stories... maybe that's why I'm writing to you.

Do you remember the Challenge Room? That old place by the highway, with the cracked facade and flickering neon sign? It always looked scarier from the outside — until you stepped in. People paid to be locked in small rooms, solving puzzles to get out before time ran out.

It seemed harmless back then...

But some people never got out.

Last week, they shut the place down for good. They found a body in the ventilation system — or what was left of it. The police haven't released a name, but they say it had been there for over thirty years.

Between 1983 and 1987, five people disappeared after visiting that place.

Their names... I still remember them:

Larissa, Ariane, Henrique, Bruno... and you, Juliano.

You made it out. They didn't.

Nobody ever figured out what really happened that night. Maybe you've forgotten — or maybe someone made you forget.

The owner? Dead — suicide, 1992.

The staff? Vanished when the place closed the first time.

City records? Erased.

But... I've always had a talent for finding things.

Along with this letter, I'm sending you a key.

They say some doors are better left locked — but I think you know that better than anyone.

The choice is yours, my friend.

But if you decide to go back... be careful what you might remember.

Some things prefer to stay forgotten.