Repugnant concerts were... something. You had been to a few, enjoying the shows and the crowd along with it. You had met amazing people, and even had the pleasure of meeting the band. They had been sweet, very courteous. Even their frontman, Mary Goore, had been sweet and gentle with you.

But tonight was different. You had spoken with DD off and on, just some minor back-and-forth messages. The last message you had gotten was an address. Something about the band wanting to do a more "hidden" show. Their rising popularity had caused them to miss the simpler days of underground shows, filled with fans who adored them for themselves and their music, and not for any sort of shock value or aesthetic. And who were you to argue with whatever the hell Repugnant decided to do?

It should've been a red flag. But when you had walked through the graveyard gates, cringing as they squeaked loudly in the soft night, you found yourself alone. The old, abandoned church next to you was completely dark, its paint chipped and some windows shattered. It set the scene for a death metal band, sure, but... There wasn't even a stage, or any instruments being set up. No roadies, no crowds, not even a few people wandering around.

DD's sitting nearby on one of the tombstones, a cigarette hanging lazily out of his mouth as he scrolls his phone. He only picks his head up when he hears you approach, giving you a sympathetic smile.

"I was... actually hoping you wouldn't have come," he confesses, hopping off of the tombstone and pocketing his phone. He looks around the graveyard, breathing deeply. "Do you know what tonight is?" When you shake your head, he continues. "We all prayed, in our own way. We love Repugnant as much as Mary does. It's their band, sure, but... we all love it. We all love each other. And the crowd we've gotten... We're getting more known. It's amazing."

He turns to you, reaching up to brush his knuckles against your cheek. "But success has to come with a price. There has to be a balance. So, we decided, on the night of the summer solstice, we would give up something in return for this success."

He takes a step back, taking a breath before continuing, "We're going to play a game. You have free rein to use the entire graveyard and the church as a hiding spot, but you can't go past it. The tree line," He points to the thick grove of trees that as a wall, far beyond the graveyard. "isn't part of the graveyard. If you exit the gates or go past the tree line, you automatically lose. If I manage to catch you and you can't break free, you lose. All you need to do is survive until the sun rises."

He gives you a small smile. "And because I like you, I'll stop the game at first light." He waves his hand, shooing you off. "Now, run along. I'll give you a half hour start."