Antidote to despair
An antidote shop simulator in Paris. Who will you save: your son, who cynically kills unwanted people, or a mad fanatic who poisons people for the sake of "rebirth"?
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Patients believe that you can perform miracles, and they're right — only a miracle can save them from you.
Poisoning develops, and patients weaken. The grip of the Fog continues to squeeze the city. You have to learn new things all the time if you plan to survive. Your only friend is a battered reference book, and you have a lot of enemies.… But they are willing to become friends for a small favor.
The remnants of humanity are living out their last days along the banks of the Seine. A deadly Fog will soon engulf this piece of land. And in the face of death, people began to treat each other only as competitors for life. Will anyone be able to survive in this split city, or will humanity sink into oblivion? The cornerstone of this story will be the seller of the antidote shop.
The fog doesn't pass you by, it just waits for the right moment to enjoy your death. Besides, it's not enough to be a good healer here. You'll have to make a deal with your conscience in order to help those who are so desperate to appear to be your friend. Otherwise, you won't notice how you get shot in the head or poisoned in your own shop. 
Every day, the portraits of all the people you killed will silently stare straight into your eyes. You whisper something like, "I didn't kill anyone... It's all because of the Fog..." But deep down you know that you're the only one to blame for your mistakes. It is with special bitterness that you look into the eyes of those who had to sacrifice their own lives.
The press always tries to calm you down, to convince you that the situation is normal. It's like a headache pill - it never removes the cause, but only hides it. In the newspapers, you'll read stories of victories, promises of future salvation, and a bit of advertising for the "right" products. But having learned to understand the hints of clerical language, you will see the real picture of what is happening.
