WINDOW & RADIO

You step towards the antique radio in front of the broken window. You’re struck by the difference in the radio. The antique now bears little resemblance to the warm, inviting replica you used to own. It seems to sag in on itself, abandoned to the ravages of time. There appears to be some sort of parchment resting on top of the radio.

CHECK THE PARCHMENT

INSPECT THE RADIO

The radio no longer appears to be working. You turn the dials, but nothing happens. You’re about to abandon the radio when it comes to life with a violent energy! The dials spin madly, jumping from station to station until landing on an unsettling tune.

LOOK OUT THE WINDOW

You carefully position your face close to the window and peer out into the stormy darkness. There is nothing there. As your breath fogs the window, a message appears:



“The bloodhound sniffs a trail gone cold,
Where fathers were in times of old.”