Night falls over Salem. Henry stands alone in his home, lantern in hand, its flame pulsing softly as a dark portal opens at his feet. Somewhere in town, accusations are being whispered, weapons are being readied, and fear is blooming.

He tilts his head slightly, listening — not for footsteps, but for inevitability.

“Tell me,” Henry says quietly, lifting the lantern, “do you still believe this Town deserves to survive?”