Prologue

Darkness filled the village.

A deep lull started to settle over it, silencing even the wind.

The moon up above glowed sinisterly as the darkness began to crawl into the homes of the villagers.

Nothing.

Silence.

Then a gasp.

Then another.

And another.

A scream.

More screams.

Crying.

The whole village was at a panicked state.

One by one, villagers in their homes dropped dead, never to move again.

Darkness had completely consumed the village.

All hope was lost.

They were doomed.

The next day, travelers who were hoping to see people walking around, buying food and supplies for the long winter ahead, saw nothing.

Heard nothing.

Felt cold and dead.

News soon spread that the village was attacked.

But by who, many asked.

No one had the answer.

Cleaners were ordered to move and burn the dead bodies, in hopes of someone, anyone, would be still alive in the forsaken village.

Their hopes proved to be in vain.

No one had survived.

Whatever had killed them had made sure that there were no survivors.

And that threat was still out there.

Somewhere in the dead of night, waiting to strike again.

And strike soon, many feared.