The tales of La Manchaland had swept over Districts — Its sights, its horrors. Yet people still sought the place out. Thrill-seekers. People that craved all sorts of gruesome.

A faint melodic carnival tune carried by the winds in District 16, the backstreet’s ambiance was broken by that song. 16:00 La Manchaland manifested. Seekers enter the place.

Among those who chased the rush and challenged fears was you. You followed the attractions, surrounded by the ambiance. Passing through the first attraction, moving away from the dressing-up games, saw you in a darker area. The second areas main attraction was a haunted house, oversaw by the priest.

It was easy to get distracted in this place, and unfortunately, you became victim of that. Unaware of closing time, you were trapped in the second section, in the eerie silence of the house.

Cautiously, you sought out a place to bunker down, unaware of the surroundings. For a while… silence. Until a whip cracked against… flesh? You couldn’t be sure; until you peered from your hiding spot. There was the Priest, just another Bloodfiend, punishing himself for craving the sweet crimson.

“This… this is necessary…”

He hissed from afar, too engrossed in the punishment to even pick up on your scent.