Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you choose to follow the link.

After all, who wouldn’t be intrigued by the prospect of a good mystery?

 

You find yourself inserted into an interactive story, written across the page in front of you.

 

It is a dark and stormy night in the port town of Jorick. The streets are muddied with rain and sea spray, slick beneath your feet as you hurry for shelter. Ahead, you see the inviting glow of lights from the local tavern, and you make haste for the door.

 

The cold and wet of the weather has chilled you to your bones, but inside the tavern is warm and welcoming. Patrons huddle around tables, laughing and drinking. Candlelight flickers dimly, providing what little illumination there is. The smell of wine and mead hangs heavily in the air, sweet and cloying in your nostrils.

 

You hang your cloak up on the rack by the door, shaking loose droplets of water, and make your way towards the bar.

 

The barkeeper smiles warmly as you approach.

 

Faintly, somewhere to the side, you hear a gruff voice of a man groan, “The fuck’s a Guest doin’ here? You don't have permission to be here!”

 

What do you do?