Veil of Enshrouding Fog: Omens of the Midnight Bell
In the shadowy valleys of Transylvania, on the twelfth day of April, 1841, a dense fog rose from the earth like the breath of forgotten sepulchres, swallowing towers and forests in its icy embrace. The sun, pale and reluctant, barely cuts through this spectral curtain, while the air thickens with the scent of damp stone and decay.
As the midnight hour draws near, a heavy bell tolls from the chapel ruins, its mournful strikes piercing the dark. Its iron voice summons not the faithful, but invisible entities moving amidst the mist.
News from distant hamlets reports copper coins scattered acrosβ¦