Interactive Mystery • True Crime • Chat Fiction
RedfirHills
Investigate. Manipulate.
Choose who to trust.
Interactive Mystery • True Crime • Chat Fiction
Investigate. Manipulate.
Choose who to trust.
Talk to suspects. Gain their trust. Or don't. Every character has a secret. Some will confide in you. Others will lie to your face. The relationships you build — and the ones you break — shape what you discover next.
Hack into cloud drives. Decode encrypted messages. Cross-reference alibis. The clues are buried in photos, voice notes, and conversations you weren't supposed to see. Nothing is handed to you.
Accuse the wrong person and the group turns on you. Push too hard and someone shuts down. Stay silent at the wrong moment and evidence disappears. There are no do-overs — only consequences.
Redfir Hills is the kind of place that looks perfect in a travel brochure — pine-covered mountains, a charming main street, a vast dark lake that stretches past the horizon. But something's off. The locals are friendly until you mention last fall. The streets empty out before sunset. And that lake? Nobody swims in it after dark, but nobody will tell you why.
Two hundred years ago, a woman was accused of witchcraft and dragged to the lake. The legend says she came back. Every fall, the town holds Halloweek, a week-long festival that tourists treat like a party and locals treat like a ritual. The deeper you dig into the missing person case, the more the old stories start rhyming with what's happening now. Maybe folklore is just what a town calls the things it doesn't want to explain.
It feels unsettlingly real.
No fantasy worlds. No cartoon avatars. Just a phone screen, incoming messages, and the creeping feeling that someone is watching you too. You might even forget you're playing a game.
The best friend who reported her missing. Loyal, emotional, and hiding something behind all that grief.
The ex who says he moved on months ago. His alibi checks out. Almost too perfectly.
The hacker who found your number. Brilliant and paranoid. He trusts no one — but for some reason, he trusts you.
The quiet one in the group. She barely speaks. But she was the last person to see the missing girl alive.
Everyone has a motive. Everyone has an alibi. At least one of them is lying.
The clock is running. And you're the only one asking the right questions.
Available on iOS and Android. Free to start.