Duskwood

Hannah’s gone missing. No blood trail, no cryptic ransom note, just a message from her phone… and it’s your number. Welcome to Duskwood, a slow-burning, real-time thriller where the horror isn’t in what you see, it’s in what you read.

You’re dropped into a group chat like you’ve just walked into the middle of someone else’s nightmare. Everyone’s tense. No one fully trusts each other. And you? You’re the unknown variable, the number none of them recognize. But someone, somewhere, wants you in this. Badly.

Instead of clue boards and magnifying glasses, Duskwood turns your phone into the crime scene. Conversations unfold in real time. Voicemails, grainy videos, creepy photo drops, each ping hits with the weight of a heartbeat skipped. It’s less “visual novel” and more “realistic paranoia simulator.” Think Her Story meets WhatsApp, then bury it in a foggy forest and whisper rumors about witches.

The gameplay’s built around subtlety: choosing the right response to dig deeper, navigating private messages with suspects who might be friends… or something much worse. It’s not about action. It’s about attention. Reading between lines. Knowing when to push, and when to play dumb. Sometimes, silence says more than a reply ever could.

Sure, the dialogue can stumble over its own realism, some responses feel like they were written by a well-meaning AI babysitter, but Duskwood’s commitment to immersion makes it work. It’s eerie, it’s personal, and it feels like something that could happen.

Whether you’re here for the atmospheric mystery or just love the slow thrill of watching secrets rot in real time, Duskwood is one of the smartest uses of your screen this side of actual true crime.

Just don’t answer unknown numbers after dark.