Hellsong Town was a small, broken city made up of only a handful of dilapidated houses and shops. Most of the buildings leaned at odd angles, their roofs sagging and walls cracked, as if they might collapse at any moment. Wooden signs creaked endlessly in the wind, and shattered windows were patched with old boards and cloth.
The residents were even more unsettling than the town itself.
Every townsfolk Ren and the others passed had deep, dark circles under their eyes. Their faces were hollow and pale, stretched tight with exhaustion and stress. It looked like none of them had slept properly in a very long time.
They watched the players carefully.
Too carefully.
Suspicious eyes followed every movement, every step, every whisper. When players tried to ask questions—about the town, the Castle, or the monsters—the residents either turned away or shut their doors without a word.
Those who did answer spoke in hushed voices.
They all said the same thing.
