My girl do be straight doe
You've made the desicion to go into the Belltower woods in the dead of night. Perhaps you were called by the lure of adventure, perhaps the promise of a shard or even a broken heart. Perhaps it was merely your own reckless stupidity. The woods are rumored to be haunted. Strange things happen there, they say. It's close proximity to a graveyard fills it with the restless dead, yearning, reaching out for companions. Or perhaps these are lies. But as you venture deeper into these woods, feeling a chill run down your spine as a scream splits through the night....you aren't too sure.