The last summer in your hometown is a liminal space.

You’re free from responsibility, but your friendships have expiry dates.

You’re chomping at the bit ready for your freedom, but still have a good two months left living at your parent’s whim.

You’re an adult treated like a child, but still just a child who’s grown up too fast. You’re excited and terrified, ready and underprepared.

Oh. And there’s an ancient god whispering in your ear, transforming your town into a cult to madness.

There’s never been a better time to go wild.