The House of Masks

A short story made for Halloween 2021. You have received a letter: To ORSON, When you read this I will be dead. This house has withered me to my bones, I am sick. I have lost any hope I once had for my survival. I have ordered Philips to send this letter to you in the event of my death. I leave to you my vast collection as well as decades of research. When you get this letter please travel to the village and meet Philips at the house. I apologize for leaving you like this. Signed ☿ Made for Untitled Game Jam 57 https://itch.io/jam/untitled-game-jam-57