The hardest part of playing through this demo at Summer Games Fest was keeping my screams to myself.
Thick rain is pouring from the foreboding, black skies. The man in the suit pounds at the door. “Mara! Open up. It’s me. We’re going to be late.” He continues hammering away, his rage growing. “Did you change the locks on me?!” He’s demanding to see “the boy,” Fret. Inside, …
