In the town of Ashwood, nestled in the heart of the sprawling kingdom, a sense of unease settled over the inhabitants like a shroud. It was as if the very fabric of their society was about to be rent asunder, revealing the darkest secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. And at the center of it all was the elusive Augusta Everwood, a woman whose very presence seemed to draw the light out of the room, leaving only an aching sense of loneliness in its wake.

As the autumn leaves turned golden and the air grew thick with the promise of winter, a sense of anticipation began to build in the town. It was as if the very inhabitants of Ashwood were holding their collective breath, waiting for the inevitable. For in the town’s dark history, there had always been a certain… expectancy. A time when the boundaries between reality and the unknown would blur, and the inhabitants would be forced to confront the monsters that lurked within the shadows of their own minds.

And so, they prepared for the feast. A time of great revelry and excess, when the inhabitants of Ashwood would set aside their cares and indulge in a night of Hedonistic excess. But little did they know, this was no ordinary feast. For in the depths of the forest, a darkness was stirring. A presence that threatened to consume them all.

As the night drew near, Augusta Everwood stood at the center of the preparations, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. For she was the catalyst, the spark that would set the wheels of devastation in motion. And when the clock struck midnight, the inhabitants of Ashwood would be plunged into a world of nightmarish terror, from which they might never awaken. The feast had begun, and all of Ashwood would pay the price.