I continued to sift through the files, searching for any additional clues. The reports from the past month were more detailed, with witness statements, locations of the disturbances, and attempts by the authorities to investigate.
But the results were the same—no concrete evidence, just an overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to be infecting the city.
The later reports mentioned the public mood more explicitly. Fear was taking hold, not just among those directly affected by the noises but throughout Veilcroft.
The city was becoming a place of shadows and whispers, where people no longer felt safe in their own homes. The escalation was clear, and it was only a matter of time before something snapped.
'The rates of investment around the city are getting lower and lower, with the inner economy collapsing. With everything happening here, either the people will leave the city or the city will become something that no one visits.'
