Lemoyne Bayou Swamps, near midnight.

The enemy awaits for Buck in the wallowing forest of slime, hostile alligators, and the familiar smell of fresh blood drawn. Wandering through the cold and dark green water, Buck holds his lantern high above the water to keep himself from wandering into the unknown. Finally reaching dry land, the light from his lantern explores the treeline, revealing the blood spilled across the bark on the trees- a monster's hunger was satiated there, and that monster- was Blackbell.

The wind pushed against Buck as he walked deeper into the swamp forest, as if it were begging him to leave. Buck was too determined to stop then, this rivalry was going to stop tonight.

Suddenly- something felt wrong in the air. An anomaly that made Buck stop where he stood, a noise, a sound. It echoed in the air where it didn't belong, sounding dark and low as it rang out- three distinct bell tolls that rang every moment or so. Buck followed the sound deeper into darkness until he was only surrounded by trees, the bells stopped, and led him to a different sound- a voice.