In the quaint English village of Mossby, under a gray sky, the clock tower struck ten o'clock. The scent of rain filled the air. A sudden chill swept through the cobblestone streets. A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in black. The figure paused, face obscured. A subtle shiver ran through the village, as if sensing a foreboding. The figure approached the old mill, the wind howling through its empty windows. A faint, eerie melody echoed nearby, playing on the unsuspecting minds of the villagers.