Welcome to Øyerstad
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Robert
I find myself on a raft on Lake Mørkved, pursued by both the living and the dead. The muzzle of a gun pressed against my neck could save me from the Witch and Death but also prevent me from breaking the curse cast upon us all. How could things go this wrong?
Øyerstad
The sign welcoming you to Øyerstad is worn and torn, and if you blink, you might just miss it - the little village nestled deep in the forests of rural Norway. Everyone in Øyerstad thinks they know everyone in Øyerstad. They don't.
The Circus
The Phantoms sway eerily outside the tent, where the scents of sweets, popcorn, grease, and oil mix with the stench of excrement. Hooves and claws scrape against iron grating. Something prowls out there, where light becomes dark, a deeper shadow within the shadows, ready to tear apart anything in its path.
