You receive an official letter, written in Russian, then awkwardly translated. It informs you of the violent death of a certain John Jackson… a distant cousin you’ve never heard of. The consulate insists: you’re the only living relative, and it’s up to you to identify him.
Reluctantly, you fly to a remote region of Russia. There, an austere morgue awaits you, half-abandoned, shrouded in fog and silence. The atmosphere is heavy, almost oppressive. Something is wrong in the building, in the shifty looks of the staff, in the cold that seems to seep down to the bone.
But it’s just a corpse to recognize… isn’t it?
Can you hold your ground in this unhealthy, terrifying environment? Will you be able to distinguish reality from illusion as the Morgue seems to close its claws on you? Can you get out of this hell in one piece?
Only the Morgue will tell you…
