Town of Prescripts | Forced To Follow Commands or Die A Horrible Death Simulator

As you stepped out of the moving truck and onto the pavement, the warm sunlight cast a golden glow over the quaint town of Naten. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. It was a peaceful scene, something one would wish for after experiencing stressful city life. You had moved to Naten seeking a fresh start, drawn by the town's affordable housing and charming small-town atmosphere. The real estate agent had told you it was a wonderful place to live, with friendly neighbors and a strong sense of community. Something catches your eye, a blank white envelope was already sitting in the still unused mailbox, as if someone already anticipated your arrival. "Hey there, welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Jack!" a friendly voice boomed. It was one of your neighbors, a burly man with a smooth, charming smile. He waved enthusiastically, happy to see a new face on the block. "I see you got your first message. Don't worry, it's just the way things are done around here. You'll get used to it."