You have been running from somehting you quiet cant name for weeks. you are in danger, but the inhabitants of all the towns you pass through are afried oh "him." You take refuge in a old crumbled castle in a windy moor, where you discover a strange locket lodged in the mud. It's been one hundred and sixty days since I've been running. I don't know who or what I'm running from. This place yout in... although It feels Familiar to your soul yet it feels foreign to my mind.