The inn at the Border Village had been strangely quiet today.
Behind the closed doors, the innkeeper was lying dead, a pool of blood spreading around him.
It looked like he had been killed not too long ago, as the warmth of his body had not yet completely dissipated.
Through the front door, a worried villager stepped through and dinged the bell at the front desk.
"The innkeeper?" She called out. "Where could he be…"
It was strange to her. She always expected to see the innkeeper standing behind his desk when she walked past the inn during her morning walks.
He was always there, for the past five years, but now he wasn't, for the first time in forever!
'Having dinner? Coffee? A nap?' She thought, but she quickly shook her head.
'It isn't his break time.'
At that moment, one of the inn's mysterious doors started glowing under, as if some kind of mysterious portal was opening on the other side.
