You've read the description, you've seen the trailer, you have a sense of what's coming. Yet it still hits you, not like a truck, but like a thunderstorm on the horizon you can't outrun.
This game is dreadful, in that it fills you with dread. It gives you tranquility, a sense that you're doing well, that you can weather the coming storm.
And then it chips away at you.
The well is dry.
The wolves are here.
You're all alone.

"Whatever happens, I will always want to know, how fares my lady of the manor on this snail of a day."