A twilight moon in a scarlet starlight illuminated all that loomed below it; however, this illumination got no further than the rusted leaves on the smoldered trees. The ground remained in various hues of grey, varying from the darkest dark to the dullest dull. Flowers drooped in the shaded region, where no sun or moonlight could ever step foot without being extinguished forever. This place was void of emotion, empty of feeling- all the white roses had withered, and the red had begun to fade to grey.

Not a soul would enter; it scared the almighty, spooked the supernatural, and chased the mortal. No one had ever entered that Garden- well, none that had ever lived to tell the tale.

It was known as The Midnight Garden.

In Zodacova Town, there had been many disappearances over the years. There was no body, no evidence, nothing to suggest anything of their location. They just vanished without a trace; on a sidewalk, into a alley, or someplace else... nobody really knew. Stranger still, they never disappeared in the summer,nor spring. No, it was only from late autumn to late winter that they would fade out of existence, never to be seen or heard from again. Yet, it is said that at half past midnight you can hear their cries being carried by the wind in the obsidian gloom, like long lost souls crying for mercy as a wolf would howl to...