My first night in Darkwood was spent backed into a corner – nail-board in hand – eyes peeled on every possible entrance into the room. Waiting, ever so patiently, for any sign of movement that would trigger my survival instincts. I heard creaks, knocking, and ghastly voices – every cliché you could think to exist in a work of horror. At one point, the lights flickered rapidly for a few moments, but dawn came quicker than I had expected. In Darkwood, you are a man lost in the woods.