Uncover the truth. One cold case at a time.

A sci-fi cold case for date night set aboard a silent deep-space station, where you investigate corrupted logs, crew diaries, and a deadly sabotage plot.

A free sequel to The Final Rehearsal where Oakwood's Fitness Gala goes off the rails after influencer-student Jim Nasium's limited Neon-Aura stash vanishes from the Gym Vault.

A free cold case date night mystery with a high school setting, where you sort through notes, security logs, and witness interviews to uncover who locked the lead actress away before opening night.

A dark medical mystery set inside a troubled hospital, where you follow medical records, personal betrayals, and hidden motives to uncover what really happened in the operating theater.

A claustrophobic locked-room mystery where nine strangers are forced into a month-long quarantine at a cheap roadside motel. When the lockdown lifts, only five walk out alive.

An unsolved disappearance in an old manor. Piece together letters, blueprints, and alibis to reveal what really happened one stormy night.

An AI judge finds you 98% guilty of murder. Use its own evidence to find the truth and lower your guilt in a race against time to survive execution.

In the secluded, fog-choked town of Black Creek, Maine, some secrets are woven into the very wood and stone. On October 28th, Eleanor Vance, Age 24, disappeared. Her last location was 412 Hemlock Lane—a house heavy with its own history—where her grandmother, Edith Vance, maintained that Eleanor simply left. The front door was found unlocked. Her keys and wallet were on the counter. The only item missing: Eleanor's private journal. Days later, it was found near the old Black Creek Bridge. Its pages were not the record of a sane mind, but a chilling testament to a descent into shared madness: > ...the calls come after three. He never speaks my name. Only hers. > The local report cites "severe isolation and self-induced psychosis," pointing to Ellie's obsession with the single, whispered word in her diary: Cora. Yet, in Black Creek, a name is never just a name. It is a promise. It is a warning. Eleanor Vance's body was never recovered. The file is closed. But if you look closely at the faded photographs and the scribbled entries, you have to ask: Did Eleanor wander off? Or did she answer the call of her shadow's name?