Just a few moments ago you were standing in a tea shop in San Francisco’s Japantown, shaking the rain off your umbrella and wondering if you should ask the barista if she knows where the Time Travel Lab is. The next minute, you’re locked in a secretive room a few stories above the unassuming café with nine strangers.
The room is plain, with white walls and modest furniture. But there are also things off about it. Cryptic messages scrawled all over the walls and chalkboard. A broken tape player. Several small, locked chests. It's clear that a mysterious event has taken place here, and the only hints as to the who, what, when, and why are in the clues and riddles hidden around the room, sometimes in plain sight.
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The room is plain, with white walls and modest furniture. But there are also things off about it. Cryptic messages scrawled all over the walls and chalkboard. A broken tape player. Several small, locked chests. It's clear that a mysterious event has taken place here, and the only hints as to the who, what, when, and why are in the clues and riddles hidden around the room, sometimes in plain sight.
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