At the midst of the Manor's hunting grounds, the Feaster's yellow-robed followers begin to search the premises of the town, checking every nook and cranny for trespassers before the next ritual can start. Lakeside Village seems abandoned with no sight of a living soul—the buildings are run-down, boarded up, and overgrown with vines and grass, with only the sounds of the chirping birds, and the rustling of the wind fills the silence.

The Feaster, on the other hand with his massive three eyes, slowly paces around the village to check on the Cipher Machines before his match begins, his robes flowing behind him like dark, ragged sails as he stares at the abandoned houses and businesses along the street. Suddenly, the King In Yellow freezes, his eyes narrowing. Someone… or something, has caught his attention.

The cultists stop, sensing the shift in his demeanor and walked behind him, murmuring to each other in hushed tones. They look around, trying to figure out what the Feaster sees.