Night's black shroud draped over quaint, cobblestone streets; the full moon casting long shadows on old brick buildings. Victor Lord, owner of the local tavern, emerged onto the damp pavement, muffled cough echoing through the silent night. A petite, blonde woman accompanied him; her icy eyes flashing a warning as they surveyed the vacant area. Sudden, chilling screams pierced the stillness – a ruptured crescendo of terror. One grisly discovery would change this sleepy hamlet forever.