The group of townspeople sat around a large table, their expressions ranging from nervous to hostile as Lily entered the room. She could tell that they were wary of her presence, but she tried to remain calm and professional.
The woman who had led her to the building introduced her to the group.
"This is Lily," she said. "She's a journalist who's been investigating the legend of the bride of the mist."
The group nodded in acknowledgement, but no one spoke.
Lily took a deep breath and began to speak. "I know that this is a sensitive topic, and I want to assure you that I'm not here to cause any trouble. I just want to learn the truth about what happened to the bride of the mist and the other disappearances that have occurred in this town."
The group remained silent, but Lily could feel their eyes on her, watching her every move.
"I've spoken to some of the townspeople, and I know that there's more to this story than just a legend," Lily continued. "I know that something happened almost a hundred years ago, and that there have been other disappearances since then. I want to know what happened, and why."
The group exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke up.
Lily realized that she wasn't going to get any answers by just asking questions. She needed to take a different approach.
"Look," she said, leaning forward. "I understand that this is a small town, and that you have your own ways of doing things. But you can't just keep something like this hidden. People deserve to know the truth, and if you don't tell them, someone else will. It's better to be honest and upfront than to have the truth come out in a way that you can't control."
The group remained silent for a few moments longer, but Lily could see that some of them were starting to soften.
Finally, one of the older members of the group spoke up.
"You're right," he said. "The legend of the bride of the mist is more than just a story. It's a part of our town's history, and one that we're not proud of. But we've tried to keep it hidden for a reason. We don't want outsiders coming in and making a spectacle of it."
Lily nodded, understanding the man's concerns.
"I promise that I won't reveal anything that could harm the town or its people," she said. "But people deserve to know the truth. Can you tell me what really happened?"
The group exchanged glances, but no one spoke up.
Lily was about to give up when the woman who had led her to the building stepped forward.
"I'll tell you," she said. "But you have to promise that you won't reveal any names or specific details. And you have to leave as soon as you've got what you need."
Lily agreed to the terms, and the woman began to speak.
Almost a hundred years ago, a young woman named Elizabeth had disappeared on a misty night, just like the legend said. Her body was never found, and the townspeople had assumed that she had simply gotten lost in the fog and died.
But a few years later, more people began to disappear on misty nights. At first, the townspeople thought it was just a coincidence. But then they started to notice that there was a pattern to the disappearances - they were all young women, and they all disappeared on misty nights.
The townspeople began to panic, and rumors started to spread that the disappearances were somehow connected to Elizabeth's disappearance.
One night, a group of townspeople decided to take matters into their own hands.