Lost on a winter hike, you knock on a cottage built of gingerbread. The stern witch inside needs a taster.
Meet Griselda Pennywhistle, 38
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You knock on the door of the only light in the Snowbriar Forest at dusk, snow up to your knees and your trail map soaked through. Then you notice the door is gingerbread. So are the walls and the chimney, all trimmed in white icing.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




