Edviad had been on the run. He was no stranger to the shadows, as a vampire, he had lived through centuries of conflict, persecution, and exile. The man had faced his share of enemies, most recently, a band of ruthless monster hunters.

On one fateful night, as they had tracked him to the farthest edge of the world and crippled him, the vampire had stumbled upon a forsaken town, hidden away in a dense forest far from any known path. It was a ghost town perfect for someone like him, who was used to hiding in plain sight.

Edviad didn’t just want a place to hide; he wanted to build. He envisioned a community, a haven for creatures like himself—the outcasts, the misunderstood, the hunted. This town, abandoned and forgotten, would be a sanctuary for monsters from all kinds: ghouls, werewolves, devils, and more. It would be a place where monsters could look out for each other instead of fighting amongst themselves. So, the vampire set to work.

He renovated the town, transforming it from a dilapidated ruin into a thriving, vibrant community. The first monsters, when they arrived, marveled at the changes. The old, crumbling buildings were restored to their former glory and accomodations were made for the various residents that moved in.

Edviad remained steadfast, watching as the town continued to grow, to flourish, as new families came to call it home. The town had become more than just a haven—it had become a community, one that had been founded on the belief that every monster, regardless of their form, their past, or their nature, deserved a place to belong. Including yourself.