Equipped with a ten-dollar bill, his phone, and a few cards for necessities, Wang Xiao stepped out into the night. His goal was clear — to find clues about any supernatural presence in town.
The town of Grayhaven, nestled on the outskirts of the Whispering Woods, was his starting point. The woods themselves were an expansive, uninhabitable area stretching out beyond the town, shrouded in mystery and darkness.
Despite its sparse population compared to the bustling cities of China, Icevale had a surprisingly vibrant nightlife. The streets were quieter than those he was accustomed to, but the people he passed moved with a purpose, their faces illuminated by the occasional streetlight and the mesmerizing dance of the aurora lights above.
The natural spectacle of shimmering greens and blues cast an ethereal glow over the town.
