The town of Rosebury was unusually quiet. Even for a place that often hummed with nightlife, there was something unnatural about this silence. The cobbled streets that usually echoed with footsteps and laughter now sat deserted under the weight of a moonless sky. No stars shone, no crickets sang. The darkness pressed heavy, thick, and unsettling.
The season should have carried with it warmth, vibrant evenings, and festivals alive with lights. But this night was different. An eerie stillness spread through the air like a veil, chilling every soul bold enough to be awake.
At the edge of town, beyond the last lamplight, near the border where Rosebury met Greydock, the forest swallowed the lonely road. Industrial buildings loomed in the distance, their chimneys stark against the night, but the road to Greydock was nothing but shadows and silence.
