For Gram, his family and his small town had been a haven amid the madness spreading across the kingdom, a sanctuary where the shadows of despair dared not linger.
Their town had long prided itself on its vigilance and unity. When the curse began to spread across Erik's kingdom, corrupting the hearts and minds of ordinary people, the townsfolk had taken matters into their own hands. Whenever one among them began to show signs of becoming a cursed being, the town moved swiftly and without hesitation. Together, they would drive the afflicted out, or when mercy was no longer an option, end them.
It was a grim tradition, but it had kept them safe. For years, their town had stood untouched while others fell into ruin. Many even called it blessed, one of the few last refuge for those who still believed in order and sanity.
