
The winemaker: Arrogant. Pretentious. Intelligent. Ruthless. While rumours of her secret ingredient abound and more people go missing, she openly laughs. She must be stopped.
A gurney, a physician's scale, jars filled with—god only knows—and the door slams shut behind you. “Is our tour guide coming back?” you whisper. A scream from beyond the door freezes your blood.
You should have known. The contract. The contract too good to be true. His face alluring, eyes piercing, a slight curl to his lips. You signed, but you should have known.
From the moment the curtain rose you were enthralled. By the end of the show, you were mesmerised and... exhausted. Now Black Magic is coursing through you. You will need to discover the dark fatal secret before it consumes you.