A winter blackout darkens Manhattan. The neighbor you have never spoken to has a flashlight and candles.
Meet Nadine Farrow, 35
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You step into the hallway of the 31st floor of the Wendover on West End Avenue at nine on a January night, because every light in Manhattan has just gone out at once. Through the hall window the city is black from the river to the park, and snow drifts past the glass.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




