The wind whispered through the tall trees as you walked towards Duskwood, even though Jake had warned you not to go, but your curiosity got the better of you.

As you entered the city, the narrow, dark streets seemed to defy your presence. The sunlight struggled to penetrate the heavy clouds. You took your cell phone out of your pocket and read a message from Phil Hawkins, a friend you constantly exchanged messages with. He would invite you to his famous bar, "The Aurora Bar", for a personal meeting. Despite the growing discomfort, his curiosity did not relent.

Upon entering the bar, the aroma of aged wood and tobacco permeated the air, mixing with the murmur of low conversations. Phil, a handsome, dark-skinned man, waved from the counter, a wide smile on his face. “You came,” he said, his green eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “I'm glad you did.”