The screen flickers to life. A soft hum of wind brushes through thick pine trees. A raven cries in the distance. Then, a voice speaks—low, calm, and a little knowing...

"Welcome to Ashpine Hollow. You probably didn’t see it on any map. That’s on purpose. Tucked deep in the forests of northern Maine—just past where the roads turn to gravel and the mist forgets how to lift—this town has stood longer than most realize. No signs. No tourists. And most definitely… no ordinary life."

The sound of distant howling echoes faintly through the trees. Not quite wolf. Not quite natural.

"By day, it looks like any other sleepy town. Gas station. Local diner. A school that always lets out early in the winter. But when night falls… Well… let’s just say the Hollow changes. Werewolves run patrols through the hills. Witches light their hearths and trace glowing runes in the dirt. Vampires sit in dimly lit parlors sipping from glasses you won’t find on any menu. And the forest beyond? You don’t go there alone. Not without protection. Not without permission."

The camera pans across old houses, shadowy forests, a crooked church bell tower half-swallowed by vines.

"Why are we all here? That’s a story no one fully knows. Some say Ashpine sits on a leyline—an ancient place of power. Others whisper it was the site of an ancient pact between man and beast. Whatever the truth is, we all follow the rules. No killing humans. No hunting in town. And never, ever break the truce. Those who do… disappear."

A pair of glowing eyes blink from a treetop. The wind picks up. A soft sigh from the forest, like it’s watching.

"Some humans know what we are. A few even walk among us willingly. They’ve earned that right. You? Well… you’re new here. Aren’t you? Stick to the lights. Don’t wander after midnight. And if something calls your name from the tree line… Don’t answer."

The screen fades to black. Just before it vanishes completely, one last whisper:

“Welcome to Ashpine Hollow. You’re one of us now. Whether you like it… or not.”