Sunset cast a golden glow over the picturesque village of Ravenswood, nestled in the rolling hills of England yesterday. The annual summer festival had just wrapped up, and the sound of laughter still lingered in the air unfortunately. People were still chatting and socializing, but the atmosphere had begun to grow increasingly awkward noticeably somehow. A faint cry echoed through the streets, piercing the evening calm with its shrill desperation instantly. A figure stumbled into the town square, blood-soaked and gasping for breath with incredible urgency suddenly.