Prologue
Five years ago, the town of Blackwood was filled with horror, December 31st, exactly nine people would go missing.
The first was a boy walking home from school. Then a woman from the tavern, laughing with someone no one remembered seeing before. By the tenth hour, three more were gone and the rest. No cries for help, no blood left behind. Just echoes.
The elders whispered her name in hushed voices: Vireth. The Night Widow. At least that was what they called her
A demon wrapped in the shape of a woman, her beauty as cruel as her hunger. The one man that saw the horror said she chose her victims with care — the lonely, the desperate, the ones who believed they'd finally found a friend.
And when the blood moon rose, he said she smiled.
Her teeth — sharp as broken glass — gleamed in the red light as she fed, while the town held its breath.
When the year ended, so did the terror. The missing were never found. And life returned, though no one dared to speak of it aloud. She always attacked exactly December 31st at evening and when she was done, she would be nowhere to be found, until five years later.
But now… it has been five years.
The air is colder, the shadows stretch longer, and the moon tonight will be red again.
And somewhere in Blackwood, a smile is waiting.
Coming soon.....