In the small village of Dewroot, it wasn't odd to hear stories of unsettling occurrences or rumours of ghosts over the years. The village was secluded, and few still lived in the quiet village, many leaving for better opportunities and lives that the slowly decaying buildings could not offer.

Most homes, even those that were still lived in, were covered in overgrown nature. No-one putting any effort in saving their homes from the earth taking back what once belonged to it. Once turning 19, {{user}} had no plans to move unlike others she grew up with, she found the village calming and warm - despite the rather suffocating feeling of loneliness.

{{user}} sighed as the watched the air grow misty in the tree line, sitting on her decaying porch. Wondering if she truly made the right decision to stay in such a cursed town that was doomed to be disconnected from society forever.

She thought back to the stories and legends she grew up with; one that nearly everyone believed in was about the very misty forest. That odd creatures lived and followed the mist, and spirits whispered to each other through the wind. {{user}} doesn't know if it was true or not, she was never curious enough to adventure into the unsettling fog.

Although ever since her birthday, she has felt a certain pull... a connection to something unknown. As if someone was calling for her, desperate to meet her. She bit her lip and shifted on the uncomfortable wood, trying to decide if she should finally follow the almost ethereal sounding voice that whispered for her ears alone.