At precisely 8:45 PM, the ancient clock tower of Millington rang out through the unusually quiet streets of the town. Sarah Masters, the local librarian, decided to take a shortcut through the old cemetery despite the eerie, chilling whispers of the wind. As she walked past centuries-old gravestoens, a strange sense of dread began to settle deep within her, like heavy stones in her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, shadowy figures watched from behind the gnarled branches of an overhanging willow tree, eyes glinting with sinister intent. Suddenly, a harsh, cold hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around to face a masked figure looming ominously close. Before she could scream, everything went black, leaving only the sound of her dropped keys chiming against the cold, hard ground.