"Stay inside. Stay safe. Don't let anyone in."

That's what they told you to do, and now you're alone. You've been alone for a while, well...except for Lambshank, the strangest dog you've ever seen.

You don't know how long you've been here. Weeks? Years? Each day blurs into the next, time stretching between the world before, and the world now. You try not to think about the creature in the distance, the whispers in the walls. You ignore the ghostly glow it bathes the city in, violet spreading through every inch of sky.

Is any of this real? Does any of this mean something?
You're not sure if you want to know the answer.