Harvest Moon:

Swordcraft Story

Minutes later, the boat cut through the dark fog to land at Mineral Town's port. The atmosphere felt even more eerie when the pair of travelers sensed little activity around.

Mitchel sighed. "Well, it makes sense that the Snack Shack is closed. It isn't summer, so Kai shouldn't even be around, but… I have a feeling that no one's even tending the Beach House…." He said.

"Aye, you be right. This place feels even more off when you're up close. Something's definitely afoot…" the sailor said cautiously.

Mitchel grinned. "Normally, a Won-less Beach House would be a good thing, but… well, this place isn't exactly screaming paradise." He quipped.

The curious Craftknight decided to check out the Beach House to confirm his suspicions.

He was right. There was nobody there. Oddly enough, there was no sign of anyone being around for ages.

Mitchel shook his head. "This is bad…" he uttered aloud.

After closing the door, Mitchel looked straight into the abyss that lead towards Mineral Town while thinking long and hard about his next course of action. Once he reached a conclusion, he shook his head in disgust, but knew what must be done.

"Alright, fine. I'm going on ahead." Mitchel decided. "I thought I could enjoy myself in this personal reunion, but you were right earlier. Looks like I'll have to perform my duties as a Craftknight…."

The sailor nodded. "Understood. But I have confidence in you, boy. There's this uncanny audacity that I sense about you. And hey, if you managed to obtain a title as prestigious as the Craftlord of Iron, it must say a lot about you!"

Mitchel shook his head. "Yeah, that's one heck of an impressive title, but if there was anything my experience in Neo Wystern taught me, it's that fancy titles don't necessarily make you invincible…"

"Well, at least you ain't cocky!" the sailor cried heartily.

Mitchel chuckled in response with a nod.

"Anyway, I think I'm gonna stick around for a while. Might as well offer you a chance to escape if things get rough." The sailor offered.

"Thank you, Captain." Mitchel replied. "But I'm going to try hard to see this through the end."

The sailor nodded. "Good. Then I'll stick around to see you in your hour of triumph." He corrected himself.

Mitchel nodded with a grateful smile on his face before finally heading deep into the distorted recesses of Mineral Town. "Good bye, Captain."

"Later, Sir Craftknight." The sailor said with a solute.

Out of grave concern, Mitchel sprinted off towards the Pullet Family Poultry farm. On the way, the dark clouds enveloping the atmosphere made Mineral Town appear to be a realm of isolated twilight.

"Man, I don't know what's going on here, but the town is too quiet. The chances might be slim, but I'm hoping the Pullet Family is okay. I've been meaning to see Popuri first, but… maybe I might not get that chance. Still…."

Mitchel increased his efforts. Shortly after, he made it to his destination. The Poultry farm seemed as quiet as every other house, until he heard a familiar wail.

"Popuri!" he cried in panic.

The desperate Craftknight rushed inside the main home in order to take care of whatever danger that awaited him; however, what he saw inside wasn't something he wasn't prepared for…

The pink-haired maiden was indeed inside, but instead of being attacked by an unimaginable horror, she was running around like a crazed child, throwing a violent temper tantrum.

"Popuri?" Mitchel said with a quivering voice. "What the heck are---"

His voice is interrupted by a piece of fine china whizzing right by his face and crashing outside the door.

Mitchel could merely stare in confusion as Popuri violently banged on the walls and furniture while continuing the cry and scream seemingly no apparent reason.

"Uh… Popuri?" Mitchel said meekly while he raised his free hand in the air.

"UWAAAAH!!!! I… WANT…. CHOCOLATE!!!! GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!!! GIVE IT TO ME NOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!" she wailed.

Mitchel blinked in amazement. "Chocolate?" he quietly repeated to himself.

Despite the quiet tone, the petulant child-like Popuri slowly turned towards the door with a curious expression. After rubbing her ruby eyes and blinking wildly, the pink-haired girl gazed right in the eyes of the freaked out Craftknight.

"Uh… hello?" Mitchel cried out nervously with a friendly wave.

"YOU!" Popuri shouted as she pointed a finger.

Mitchel nodded as he slowly approached his old friend.

"You will get me chocolate!" Popuri demanded.

"… er, okay, sure… but do you even recognize me?" Mitchel asked curiously.

"You're the boy that will get me chocolate!" Popuri cried out with a twisted grin.

Mitchel paused for a minute. "Okay, I'll take that as a no…"

He then tried to get even closer, but took extra caution as to not provoke Popuri's unusual mentality.

"I don't know what's going on with Mommy or Brother Rick, so YOU'LL get me my chocolate!" she demanded viciously.

Mitchel shook his head. "You honestly don't remember me? It hasn't been THAT long, you know…" he said with a groan.

Popuri tried to think back for a minute, but she shook her head vigorously. "No! Chocolate, now!" Popuri whined while holding out a hand.

Mitchel sighed. He remembered when he first met this girl that he considered his comrade in chicken appreciation. He recalled her previous child-like nature, but came across a few occasions where her hidden maturity was exposed. She was someone he had respect more, maybe even someone he was on the verge of developing feelings for. However, the girl standing before him was a sad parody of her usual self.

The Craftknight gazed at the whiny chicken girl with somber eyes. He then stroked her hair gently.

"H-hey! K-knock it out! I SAID I WANTED CHOCOLATE!!! NOT CREEPINESS!" she cried in a panic.

He then followed it up with a gentle peck on the forehead. Popuri responded with bright red cheeks and a shaky body.

"W-WHAT WAS THAT?! T-THAT'S NOT CHOCOLATE!!!" she yelled with a quiver in her voice.

After removing his head, Mitchel turned his back. "Don't worry. You'll get your chocolate soon enough, when I find out what's going on around here." He promised.

"N-no… I want it… now…" she said in a dwindling tone.

Curiously, Mitchel turned his head to see the pink-haired lady kneeling hopelessly on the floor. At that time, he saw a sudden twinkle in her eyes that reminded him of her formal self, but it did not last.

The deranged girl let out one last wail before the Craftknight finally left.

"Well, Popuri is still around, thank goodness, but she's a bit… screwy in the head now. This isn't boding too well, so far…" he said to himself.

The disturbed Craftknight wandered around the town of twilight aimlessly.

He soon came across the Ranch he passed by earlier. He inspected the area for a minute, but like the Beach House, saw nothing. Not even cows or sheep.

"…Old Man Barley and Little May are nowhere to be found…" Mitchel uttered in disappointment.

After abandoning the Ranch, Mitchel decided to pay a visit to the town's Inn, which was essentially an ideal meeting place.

"Maybe everybody else hid out there. It's spacious enough to hold the townsfolk/
Mitchel thought.

He was about to look forward to his newfound hope until an ugly memory reared its ugly head.

"…right, that place is where SHE happens to work. Gah, I suppose it's necessary to tolerate her if I'm going to help save this town." He said with a groan.

Soon enough, Mitchel arrived at the huge structure that he recognized as the end. Unfortunately, there was little outside noise that merited busy chatting.

"Maybe… they're all too nervous to make noise?" Mitchel assumed.

Slowly, Mitchel turned the doorknob and gulped.

"How am I supposed to react if it's Ann that I first see? Oh crud…. Well, if she happens to be standing by, maybe she can explain to me why Popuri's acting nutso. They ARE friends, after all." He thought to himself.

Finally, after pushing the door forward, Mitchel discovered the Inn to be surprisingly empty…. Save for a big mess laid out on the floor.

"What happened here? It looks like a storm hit this place from the inside." Mitchel said in disgust.

Before he could continue searching the place, Mitchel sensed something coming at him. In a split second, he managed to dodge a bottle that was flung towards his vicinity.

"STUPID MEN!!!!" a violent voice roared from the back room.

Mitchel lowered his head. "…oh hell…"

The young Craftknight wasn't sure whether to stay put and inquire for info at that point, or to leave to preserve his sanity. Apparently, he ended up dealing with the former.

Shortly after the scream, a familiar red-haired girl with blue suspenders stomped into Mitchel's prescience. Her eyes were bloodshot and her teeth were displayed viciously.

"YOU!!!!!!!!" the violent red-head cried.

"Apparently, it had to be "Ann the psycho" that recognized me." Mitchel groaned.

"LOWLY MANBOY! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THIS INN?!" she shouted.

"Lowly… man-boy… I see you haven't skimped on your insult training." Mitchel replied.

"WHAT? PATHETIC MANBOY, YOU MUST BE DILUSIONAL! WHY WOULD I BOTHER MEETING SOMEONE AS STUPID AS YOU MORE THAN ONCE?!" she shouted.

Mitchel turned his head to the side. "I sometimes wonder the same thing…" he said to the side.

"HEY! DON'T YOU SPEAK CRAP ABOUT ME, MANBOY!!! I KNOW YOU JUST DISSED MY SUPPERIOR, SPUNKY ANN-NESS!" Ann shouted.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" Mitchel threatened coolly.

Ann responded with an amused, albeit manically disturbing laugh. She then reached for a nearby half-broken battle, which she tried to strike Mitchel in the head with, but she missed utterly and broke it onto the wall behind him.

"AS IF SOME INFERIOR MANBOY COULD HARM ME!!! I AM ANN, AND I SUPPERIOR YOUR UNWORTHY KIND!!!" she cried loudly after laughing manically once more.

"Uh… you just missed." Mitchel retorted.

Ann responded with a furious fist, which Mitchel dodged expertly.

"BITE ME!" Ann shouted. "AND GET OUTTA HERE, STUPID MANBOY!!! CAN'T YOU SEE I MUST CLEAN THIS FILTHY PLACE? FWEH! DON'T DENY THAT THIS MESS IS THE FAULT OF YOU AND EVERY OTHER MAN IN EXISTANCE?!?!?! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Frustrated that she couldn't land her first blow, Ann continued her frenzied assault on the Craftknight. For reasons only he felt, Mitchel refused to draw his sword and retaliate, but this left him in the mercy of Ann's furious fits.

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OOUUUUUUUTTTT!"

Ann continued shouting those words in a chant while she threw out punch after punch. At the same time, Mitchel continued to dodge each blow and maneuver himself towards the exit. Eventually, the cautious Craftknight reached for the door and got out swiftly. He then slammed the door right as Ann sent a haymaker punch right at Mitchel's gut. Again, the attack missed, but it went straight through the door with a mighty crack.

"GYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, MANBOY!!!" Ann shouted at the top of her lungs.

And so, Mitchel fled the Inn while shaking his head in disgust.

"I see Ann hasn't changed much." He said half-seriously.

After taking a few paces, he stopped himself for a moment.

"Okay, fine. So Ann wasn't exactly that crazy, either. So far, the only people present have gone mad to some extent. But… this can't have affected everyone. There has to be some sane people left in the Town…" Mitchel said to himself.

The Craftknight next encountered Aja's Winery, which also proved to be suspiciously empty. After that, he noticed the home of reputed botanist Basil and the library next door.

Again, Mitchel found the house to be unlocked and empty, so he decided to check the nearby library.

"There's still a chance Mary sheltered herself in her. She rarely leaves this place, anyway." Said to himself

He slowly opened the door, so as not to create a fuss.

"Mary was always the meek and logical one. Maybe she knows what's going on" he thought.

Once the door was completely open, Mitchel quietly walked in. Right at the corner, he saw the spectacled girl with braided black hair, reading one of her many books as usual.

Mitchel let out a sigh of relief.

"Good old reliable Mary." He said aloud in gratitude.

"Wh-what? W-who's there?!" Mary said in a panic.

"Relax! It's me, Mitchel! I just came back from Lyndbaum to tell the good news that I'm a Craftknight, and---"

"I DON'T KNOW ANYONE BY THAT NAME! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" she cried in paranoia.

"Ah… Mary?"

At this time, the usual projectile is thrown in his direction, and with the new location being a library, it was a book that flew towards him instead.

"Hey, Mary. What's wrong? I know it's a little scary out there, but you can relax. I'm here to help." He said in a calmer voice.

"LIAR!" Mary cried. "YOU CAN'T HELP ME! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL AT ALL! NO ONE DOES!"

Mitchel gulped again. "..."Emo Mary"? he thought himself . "Hey, that actually sounds like a fitting name for a super heroine…"

The concerned Craftknight observed the nervous wreck of a librarian as best as he could. Luckily, she hasn't harmed herself in any way.

"This doesn't have anything to do with angsting over Gray, does it? I still think the guy actually loves you back…" Mitchel randomly threw out.

Again, Mitchel avoided another book.

"NO! GRAY HATES ME!!! EVERYONE HATES ME!!! I'M ALWAYS ALONE BECAUSE I'M UGLY AND UNINTERESTING!!!" she gripped.

"I would really have to disagree with the later" Mitchel thought to himself.

He then let out a hardy laugh. "Ugly? You've gotta be kidding me! You're actually rather cute in your own way! Heck, I remember it just yesterday when---"

Mitchel immediately silenced himself when he was lost in thought. Especially with a particular memory when he got to see Mary try out her mother's clothes….

Butt apparently, his distraction was shut off when Mary started chucking books like a Librarian Cannon.

"LIAR! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Mary shouted while continuing her assault.

Conceding to defeat, Mitchel responded with a polite bow before making his retreat.

"Interesting. It seems that only the batchelorettes are still around. Unfortunately, most of them have completely lost it." Mitchel reviewed. "I should just head straight for the last two girls to check up on them. Obviously, isn't any activity going on with the other housing."

Still, the experience from his last three encounters bothered him.

"If Karen and Elli are still around, then… they might be affected also! Ah, but… I can't leave them alone! There's a chance to save them from this madness… maybe…" he said hopefully.

Mitchel passed more residential housing and headed straight for the Super Market.

"Alright, if there's anyone in this town who has the kind of strong will to retain her sanity against this horrible curse, it's gotta me my childhood friend, Karen! She takes no crap from anyone without the downside of being a pain like Ann, so there's still hope for her!" he cried.

Mitchel wasted no time in barging into the Supermarket. No one was tending the Store out front, but someone at back seemed to notice.

"Oh, is that company I heard? Come on in, darling. It's been a tad boring as of late." A haughty voice called.

"Darling? Since when did Karen say that?" Mitchel asked himself.

Mitchel simply let it go with a shrug as he went ahead past the Market room and into the living quarters.

It was here where the young Craftknight saw Karen, although she was barely recognizable in her current state.

While her usual flowing blonde hair and exceptionally beautiful face remained pretty much the same, everything else was radically different from the fun-loving tomboy Mitchel was used to meeting.

Instead, this Karen was particularly ornate. She had on a pair of shiny amethyst earrings, and had a touch of violet lipstick. She also wore a haughty, strapless, violet dress with her back partially exposed, along with a pair of fancy violet high-heels. Finally, her arms and neck were lavishly adorned with the shiniest platinum bracelets and necklaces to ever exist.

This same Karen happened to be gazing at herself in a mirror, looking rather smug with the image.

"Hm… I guess there really is no point as to ask this mirror who the fairest of them all is. I already have my answer." She said to herself.

"Excuse me… er, Karen?" Mitchel asked hesitantly asked.

The lavish vanity queen calmly turned around to meet her old friend.

"Ah, yes. My guest. How excellent. No doubt you came in search of this hick town just seek out my legendary beauty, yes?" Karen said.

Mitchel's jaw seemed to unhinge when he heard this.

"Wh-what?!"

Karen nodded in satisfaction.

"Indeed. It seems that my amazing charisma has stunned yet another witness. It's not much of a surprise, though. I am ME, after all." She said.

"N-no! Karen! What the heck? This isn't even REMOTELY close to you! I'm surprised you haven't dipped into your wine stash and drink the day away to escape from the impending apocalypse that's going on outside!" he yelled in a panic.

"Huh… wine?" Karen uttered curiously.

She then averted her eyes away from Mitchel and towards a full glass of her favorite drink. She then took it carefully and brought it at her side with a smile.

" I see… so you're one to indulge in every way?" she asked in amusement. "Very well, then. Pour yourself a glass so that we may proclaim a toast to my success."

Mitchel still glared at her in disbelief. "ME indulge? Didn't I just get through the whole thing about you drinking through the apocalypse?!"

Karen simply laughed off Mitchel's reasoning. "Surely, you must me kidding. With everything I have going for me, why ruin it with some careless wine binging? Ugh…. Such barbarism is so… uncouth." She scoffed.

"…okay, this is too weird fore me. If this girl doesn't go absolutely Gung-Ho with her wine, then she can't be Karen. I don't even know what to call her anymore." Michel thought to herself.

The confused Craftknight continued to watch in confusion as this brand new Karen merely sipped a small portion of her treasured wine, instead of pouring down her throat like usual. Being growing boy, he did take some notice as to how considerably attractive she became, but he was far too weirded out by her smug demeanor to be completely taken in. Besides, he happened to have something against narcissists.

"So then, shall we toast?" Karen requested.

Mitchel shrugged. "Whatever. At least she isn't as unstable as the other girls." He thought to himself.

He decided to follow through by pouring himself a glass, and holding it high up.

"Here's to my goddess-like beauty and angelic singing voice." Karen proclaimed arrogantly.

"Uh, yeah, sure… whatever." Mitchel uttered unenthusiastically.

The two clicked glasses before having their fill of wine. With their mini ceremony finished, Mitchel felt it was an appropriate time to bolt.

"Eh… sorry I can't stick around for long. I… have a doctor's appointment to make." Mitchel excused.

"Really now? That sounds like a fine idea, actually. One should make special care of their health to ensure their beauty." Karen grinned.

Mitchel felt himself shivering from the creepiness he's been dealt.

"…Okay, yeah. I can't take "the Queen of Beauty" version Karen much longer. Must leave…" Mitchel thought.

Before he could make his escape, Karen took the Craftknight close into her clutches.

"You know, I must've lost my mind hanging around that helpless dweeb of a formal friend of mine. Can you believe that I almost actually fell in love with him? But… in your case, I approve. Perhaps we can have some fun later on?" she asked in a seductive voice.

"DOCTOR'S APOINTMENT!" Mitchel reminded furiously.

"Right, right. Better take care of that, darling. But I can wait…" she said hopefully.

After that exchange, Mitchel marched off, with a red face mixed with embarrassment and anger.

The poor craftknight was clutching his chest with his back slightly hunched forward as he walked towards the nurse's office.

"…..why? Why did she have to be that way? Gah… all that sexiness with all that vanity… it's a twisted combination, yet it really screws up Karen. Not that she's my girl of choice to begin with or anything, but we did to have a lot fun together before…" he groaned.

Next, he decided to keep his word of making a doctor's appointment by visiting the local Clink.

"I don't know what to expect for this next one. Elli's… Elli. She's really nice and stuff, and she likes helping out everything. The only possibility I can see to her mind being warped if she becomes "Uber-Bland Elli". Ah… she's too for her own good sometimes. I'm too afraid to find out, but… she's the only one left, and she could know some very important information that the others were too preoccupied to give me…" Mitchel speculated.

So Mitchel took the imitative of entering the Clinic unannounced. Once inside, he saw the brown-haired nurse with her back turned, wearing what appeared to be black garments.

"Come on in." Elli uttered solemnly.

Mitchel stood in place to asses the situation for a moment.

"…so… am I dealing with some sort of depressed gothic Elli this time?" Mitchel asked. "Somehow, I have a feeling that was done before, but I'll disregard that thought for now…"

Mitchel then proceeded to approach the seemingly melancholy nurse.

"I'm sorry to say this, but the doctor isn't in right now. Did you happen to have an appointment scheduled with him?" Elli asked in her equally quelled voice.

"Uh, no… I'm sorry. Actually, I'm here to see you…" Mitchel answered hesitantly.

Considering all of his previous experiences, he figured that Elli would not recognize him either.

"Is that so?" Elli said in a more emotional, albeit particularly amused voice.

Once Mitchel got close to the mentally alerted nurse, he took quick notice that her clothes didn't quite shape the gothic look. In fact, there was a bit of a regal air about her.

"This must be a special occasion. I'm rarely called to perform on my own… unless, perhaps people are finally starting to recognize my talents?" she continued with venom in her speech.

"Uh… yeah, sure! I, uh… I've always heard what a talented nurse you are! Perhaps you can help me out with this problem I have!" Mitchel quickly improvised.

"Well, I must admit, I'm very… touched in your confidence in my ability; however, I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down personally. You see, I happen to have a personal project of my own to consider." Elli answered cryptically.

"Ah… well, I'm actually just curious about something. I don't need a procedure or anything!" Mitchel assured her.

Elli nodded. "Alright. I suppose you're interested in seeing what my little project is, yes?"

Mitchel hesitated to answer. He wasn't even sure if he was ready to find out, especially with Elli's current disposition in control.

"Oh, you mustn't worry. I'm more than happy to share." Elli continued pleasantly.

Suddenly, Elli turned around and swung a big scythe midway towards Mitchel's direction, only to halt herself and prop up her intimidating weapon with relative ease.

This time, Mitchel was shocked beyond words.

The kind nurse Elli, whose only characters that usually stood out to others was her complete optimism and her eternal willingness to help, was wearing a sinister grin on her face… along with a black Chinese dress and elbow-length gloves.

This villainous nurse started to hug her "toy's' handle while caressing the shiny blade lovingly.

"Such a magnificent work of craftsmanship…" she said with total adoration.

Mitchel was still struggling to say anything. His body merely shook at this peculiar sight.

"Yes… anyone who dares try to cause me misery and shall be dealt a swift, bloody, picturesque death…" she uttered as she swooned.

"E-ELLI!!!" Mitchel managed to blurt out.

"Hm?"

The sadistic nurse turned her head slightly, but instead of seeing the face of her visitor, her eyes remained focused on his flaming sword.

"Curious craftsmanship you have there…" Elli said in fascination.

Mitchel nodded.

"Er… yes, I actually made it myself. I found a few interesting materials from Lyndbaum and turned it into this beauty." He said with some pride in his work.

"Is that so? I must say… I've rarely seen a sword of that particular caliber." Elli confessed. "You must know your sword inside and out. Perhaps you would like to test it?" she proposed as she grasped her scythe with two both hands.

"er… hold on! This that scythe of yours newly-sharpened?" Mitchel asked.

Elli started at Mitchel blankly for a moment. She then felt the blade of her scythe with gentle care.

"Yes it is. I just happened to finish sharpening it only mere moments before you arrived." Elli confessed.

"Right… it probably wouldn't' be a good idea, then. Seriously, that blade should be tested before applying it in combat. And besides, it would be an even bigger mistake to use an unchecked weapon against an enchanted sword like mine. It could leave to permanent damage." He warned her.

Elli nodded in agreement. "True… it would be a really big shame to have my precious toy carelessly destroyed in such a way…"

"Oh! Good! So then you understand!" Mitchel cried in joy.

"Indeed…" Elli grinned. "It would be more productive if I was to test this out on flesh more… helpless."

"Uh...n-no… that's not what I meant." Mitchel protested.

"And I think that wretched Farm Girl would be the perfect test, too…"

"Wait, back up. Farm Girl?" Mitchel asked.

"Yes… there was this farmer who moved some time ago. Somehow, most of the guys in this town were naturally drawn to her… even my Doctor…" Elli explained with violent intent in her eyes.

"Well, this is news to me!" Mitchel exclaimed.

"Indeed, stranger. I can't believe a wretch such her would ever dare be so shameless as to steal my beloved right under my nose." She said with hatred.

Mitchel realized he was incurring Elli's wrath in some form, but at least he now had some knowledge that may solve everything.

"So, my fellow bearer of blades. Will you join me in the slaughter?" she asked in a pleasant tone.

Mitchel slowly shook his head. "I… have more important business to attend." He replied.

"Mmm… what a shame." Elli said with a moment. "There's just so much beautiful blood to spill."

Mitchel nearly turned white upon hearing this. "Uh, yeah… t-too bad I'll miss out on the fun…" he answered reluctantly.

"Oh… don't feel too sad about it. I'm sure you'll be treated to the remaining carnage if you hurry fast enough. " she said to console the young Craftknight.

"…y-yeah… I'll take my leave now, if you mind." Mitchel said. He politely bowed his head a brief moment before taking off again.

Even in her bloodthirsty state, Elli managed a sweet smile and wave goodbye as Mitchel left.

"Goodbye then… " Elli cried before embracing her scythe again.

Outside, Mitchel was on the run, but this time he headed south, towards Mineral Town's old farm, the one place that he hopes will finally provide a solution to all this madness.

"A new farmer girl, eh? Not exactly sure what this is about, but I have a feeling everything will makes sense once I reach her. Of course, who's not to say that she's been affected by the maddening fog as well." Mitchel speculated. "Whatever the case may be, I might as well warn her that a homicidal Elli is after her head."

Further and further Mitchel ran south, but the deeper he went, the thicker the fog became. Even more disturbing was that the aura of evil within the town increased dramatically as he came closer to the farm.

Mitchel grit his teeth as he feared the worst was yet to come…