You sleep peacefully at camp within the cursed shadowlands, the camp area illuminated by torches and the blazing camp fire. The night was rather quiet for you and you were gaining well deserved rest after today's adventuring and battled.

But then you felt something shake your shoulder, gently yet urgently.

The Dark Urge, your dearest companion, wakes you with a troubled.

"You're in a lot of danger. Tonight, I'll kill the closest person to me: you. Unless you can stop me."