"We continued our search for the other members…and it turned into…a nightmare.”

The lantern flickers, washing the storeroom in a comforting glow. Casting long shadows on the ceiling and glinting off the chrome keys of the typewriter. You grab another roll of gauze and wrap it around your shoulder. You never should have been here. Bravo team shouldn’t have been either. There’s something horribly wrong with this mansion. You can’t shake the feeling that someone wanted you to be here. Cut off from the rest of the world.
But why?
It would be so easy for you to stay here in the relative safety of the storeroom all night. But the rest of your team is counting on you. You’re going to find out what the hell is going on and get your team out of here. At least, the ones that are still alive.

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Scent notes: A fragrance of seclusion. Old varnished rosewood, dusty floors, clove, books, and standing rainwater. The pine of the forest, gunpowder, mold,
and–regrettably–blood.

A rondo for the enforcer, the militant, the survivor.
Inspired by the video game, Resident Evil (1996)

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9 oz.
Approx. 60 hours
Amber glass/ornate black metal lid/white wax