The darkness creeps in like a thief, stealing light from the soul. And I, Emrose Anghalt, was its willing prey.

Born in the forsaken town of Tenebrous, where shadows danced with the wind, my life was a perpetual twilight. The townspeople whispered about the Anghalts’ cursed bloodline, how it brought forth an eternal night within our hearts. I never believed it, until the night I turned eighteen and death walked among us.

The one known only as ‘Darkness’ stalked the streets, eyes aglow with an otherworldly light. Her presence was a whisper, a shiver down the spine, and a stark reminder of the fears we all harbored. Some said she was the vengeful spirit of Tenebrous, while others claimed she was the essence of the darkness within us all.

I first saw her atop the crumbling spire of the long-abandoned Watchtowers. It was as if she danced upon the wind, beckoning me to step closer, to lose myself within the grand tapestry of the night. The more I delved into her mysteries, the more I fell under her spell, ultimately embracing the shadows that had long haunted my family.

Darkness saw something within me, something broken and alone. And with a gentle, dark caress, she vowed to set me free, to reveal the true horror that lurked beneath Tenebrous. Little did I know that the night would unleash a tide of unimaginable terror, and that I would become a piece of its macabre symphony.

The silence was deafening as I willingly surrendered to my own darkness, succumbing to the thirst that had grown inside me for so long. Emrose, the hollow-souled wretch, had found her true home within the perpetual twilight of Tenebrous, swaying in the wind as the despair, alongside the faces of the damned, beckoned me to haunt them forever.