Mistfall - By ClownCorp

“The song of silence sets its sights on you; will you snuff it out?”

In the Dark Ages, burrowed underneath a church, a wicked seed gestates, threatening to devour half the village. No one knows what it is, what it took, or who it took. All that is left is a sense of longing and a fog that never dissipates, in and out of your mind.

When you receive a frantic note from a childhood friend, you return home, only to find no one knows who your friend was, even though they remember you, someone who left decades ago.  

Keep your eyes open and ears closed, for when it sings, everything fades.