Journal Entry of G. Hang – October 1st

It’s been 90 days since Emily Caldwell vanished without a trace. No leads, no answers—just fragments of stories from those who’ve lived here long enough to know better. They tell me to stop looking, to move on, that the jungle swallows people whole. But I can’t. Not when every sign points to something darker, something no one wants to talk about.

The rumors are always the same—disappearances that happen on birthdays, strange rituals that no one ever witnesses but everyone whispers about. I didn’t believe it at first. But the more I dig, the clearer it becomes: Emily isn’t the first, and unless I get to the bottom of this, she won’t be the last.

There’s a place I keep returning to—a bar, hidden in plain sight. It’s called Last Rites, but to those who know, it’s part of something bigger... something ancient. They say it’s where the past and present collide, where you can almost feel the air change. People who come here have seen things, heard things—things that could unlock the answers I’ve been chasing.

If you’re reading this and aren’t afraid of the truth, come to Last Rites. But be warned: once you step inside, the line between reality and myth may blur forever.

Last Rites becomes Last Ritual

Seven new cocktails, and a thrilling immersive narrative experience.