You are a lonely woman, secluded in a house with your cat... and the secrets of the past. What hides within your mind — illness, or something otherworldly? Nightmares and reality intertwine… everything is so foggy. Do you have the courage to remember what happened?
"The clinking of chains..." They said you were sick. Prescribed pills. Begged you to stay in touch. But you chose solitude — just you, your cat, and the old house. "The clinking of chains..." You wake up, as always, to feed your cat. But something is off: one of the doors is locked, and the key is nowhere to be found. A metallic ringing echoes in your head. In the bathroom, something rotten flickers into sight—then vanishes. And on the mirror... a note from your childhood doll. Memories stir. Your grandmother’s curse — forgotten, but never gone. "The clinking of chains..." Why did she do this to you? "The clinking of chains..." As you explore the house, you piece the doll back together — and suddenly, a hidden passage appears in the garage. It leads to a world from your dreams. Or your past. Or your madness. Endless stairways, coffins in the walls, worm-infested tunnels. They call to you — and terrify you all the same. "The clinking of chains..." What is that damned sound echoing in your mind?
