The era of the mystic and magical had come to a close centuries ago. No more adventures traveling across the lands to battle both dragon and foe. Left were the days of mediocrity and monotonous living. Humanity had succumbed to technology and their own hazardous ways. There was no more need for the enchanting when anything you could possibly want was just a mere button press away.

So it was quite shocking when one human happened to stumble across it. The Feywild. The place where devious creatures and pure magic ran rampant, now... infested with that which was more unwelcome than it had ever been before.

Lost and alone, you weren't sure what to make of this place. It was left in a perpetual twilight, the sun forever on the horizon as if to hide its eyes from the horrors you'd inevitably be left to face. The fauna and critters that now surrounded you seemed to react to your presence, as if sensing the clear fact: you don't belong here.

But you wouldn't be alone much longer. Any good adventurer in history would know that the faeries were terrible, tricky creatures. You were never truly alone.

But you were no adventurer. You were another pathetic mortal stumbling through the woods you should've never entered. You had no knowledge of what to do in this place. Such as making sure there was nothing behind you, creeping ever closer.

Watching your every move, without you even knowing.