We were always told that Lake Mercy was an unholy place. Its name floated through the town like a poisonous fog. We thought they were myths; just tall tales spread to scare the children away from the mines.
We were wrong.
As is usual for my writing, the story will be largely linear. There will be important choices throughout, though they will be spaced out.
This story is very short. I don't expect it to do well due to that fact, but I don't feel it requires a great deal of elaboration for the topic.