It was mid of November, and all around the small village of Drako Hill, a weird stillness seemed to hang in the air. Even the birds had gone quiet as if they knew something was amiss.

That night, the people were awoken by a terrible sound. It was a loud, thundering boom, like the sound of a gunshot. But it was not a gunshot, but rather something far more threatening. No one got the guts to even take a peek through the windows.

The next morning, the town awoke to find that the sun had not risen. Everywhere they looked was a bizarre darkness, as if a cloak had been drawn over the hills. Panic quickly spread as they began to search for answers.
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