A shroud lifts, a secret awakes...
On a small island off the Scottish coast, sits an old abandoned castle. Years ago, it was purchased by wealthy fellow who, for reasons of his own, sought refuge away from civilization to pursue a life of peace and quiet study. Aside from occasional trips to the nearby town for supplies, he kept mostly to himself.
The locals however, never afraid to embellish a good story, told tales of shipments of odd machinery and scientific equipment, strange experiments in the tower at night, and sometimes on the darkest and rarest of nights, odd swirling lights that danced and floated about the castle.
Some of the more rational locals dismissed these sights as complete nonsense, tales to frighten tourists, or tricks of the moonlight reflecting off the morning mists. But children standing on the shore would say that if you watched long enough, you would see that they moved with a purpose.
One year, a young family passed through the town on their way to visit the castle. The woman was said to be the sister of the castle’s owner, and that she and her children were going to stay with him for a while. During their stay, they kept mostly to the island, visited the town rarely for supplies and said very little. Their skin growing pale and faces withdrawing every time they passed over the water to return to the castle.
They stayed for several months until there came a night where it was said that the mysterious lights suddenly became alive with activity, swirling and dancing around the castle, before vanishing suddenly. The young family was never seen again afterwards, though some of the more superstitious townspeople swore they saw their ghosts passing through the town in the early morning mists.
For years after the castle remained quiet, the dancing lights subsiding, and the old man’s visits to town became less frequent... but always an eerie blue light could be seen high in the tower.
Then, one night a terrible storm struck the coast, and great waves crashed upon the rocks.
The townspeople that watched the castle that night often recall how one enormous wave hit the island and how the mysterious lights suddenly became alive again, more vigorous and in greater multitudes than ever seen before. The lights raced - hither and thither - around the island and circled the castle tower in a great twisting spiral. For hours the light show went on, until the storm became so great the townspeople were forced to seek shelter.
In the morning, as the skies cleared, no evidence of the night’s events could be seen and neither the lights nor the old man were ever seen again. No one has dared to set foot on the island since, and the castle has remained quiet and undisturbed for many years… until now.
Lately a mysterious radio signal has begun broadcasting from the castle. Powerful and unintelligible, it is disrupting electronic communications in the surrounding townships. Something needs to be done about it, and you are the unfortunate individual that has been given the job. Whether you dismiss the old stories or heed their warnings, you have been sent to the castle to discover the source of the signal, and if possible… shut it down.