In the quaint town of Meadowgrove, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows. The clock tower chimed midnight, announcing the new day. The town square was bathed in a soft glow from the lanterns, their warm light dancing off the cobblestones. A sudden chill swept through the air, as if nature itself was aware of the impending revelation. The sound of a distant church bell echoed, its toll reverberating through the quiet streets. A solitary figure stepped into the square, their face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. They were dressed in a voluminous black coat, the collar turned up against the evening's chill. The figure paused, scanning the area with an urgent glance, their breath visible in the cold night air. A swift gust of wind blew the hat off their head, revealing a pale face, eyes wide with fear. The figure quickly covered their face, their heart pounding in their chest, a silent scream caught on their lips. They turned and fled, disappearing into the night, leaving only the echo of their hurried footsteps and the whisper of the wind.