[h1]"The First Night"[/h1]

The fog rolls in thick as ever, clinging to the damp streets like a secret that refuses to be told. The town of Havenwood is quieter than usual tonight—no one’s out walking, no lights from the houses flickering on the horizon. It's as if the whole town is holding its breath. You can almost feel it in the air, a kind of stillness that hums at the edges of your consciousness.

People here don’t talk about the darkness. At least, not aloud. You hear things in whispers, maybe while waiting in line at the grocery store or down at the local bar, but those words are never meant to leave the lips of anyone who knows better. And most people don't even realize there's anything wrong.

But you do. You always have.

It’s the way the shadows linger just a little too long, or the way the sun seems to set just a bit too early some nights. It’s the way you sometimes feel like someone’s watching you, even when you’re alone. And every so often, it’s that bone-deep feeling that things… aren’t quite right.

The town has its own rhythm, but tonight it feels offbeat, like the whole place is trying to catch its breath, teetering on the edge of something it can’t quite define.

You’ve seen the signs. Maybe you’ve felt it too. The creeping dread. The whispers. The strange, haunting dreams that feel too real. It’s all getting worse. And the deeper you look, the more you start to realize the town has been rotting from the inside out for years.

Welcome to Havenwood, Kansas. And don’t expect things to get better anytime soon.