The Evernight wind was cold and gloomy.
The darkness was still, like a soulless abyss, or a hopeless void, devouring all light and consuming all breathe.
There were many beings that enjoyed the night.
Beings that hated light and loved darkness.
Creatures of madness and rot.
Of decay and destruction.
Heavy, labored breathing came from the shadows of a broken, abandoned building.
"It's been a while since we last saw any {Black-mouth Crawlers}. I think we should take our chances and book it!" A voice within the darkness said shakily and filled with fear.
"You know how those things are. They will not leave until they've gotten us." Another voice said, this one a bit calmer than the first.
"Damn it! Then what do you suggest we do then?! If we don't do something, Alicia is going to die here! We can't just do nothing!"
