Swamp House

On a walk with friends in a marshy region, at the turn in a path, you happen upon a man claiming to be a fisherman and takes you aboard his boat for a… very personal tour. Now your head hurts and your ears are ringing as you regain consciousness in a small room. You have no idea where you are or how you got here. This place looks like the back of a broken-down butchery, there’s blood and bits of flesh everywhere. The smell of decomposition burns your nostrils, you’re suffocating, oppressed by the lack of air. The stench of death hovers about the place, as if about to return…