"Athena Rayne," a low, raspy voice spoke from the shadows. "Welcome to Winterwood. I have been waiting for you."
Athena Rayne stepped out of the mist-shrouded forest and onto the crumbling pavement of Winterwood's main street. The town's old stone buildings seemed to lean in, as if sharing a secret, their weathered facades whispering tales of a long-forgotten era. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a morbid perfume that clung to Athena's skin like a damp shroud.
"Who are you?" Athena demanded, her voice firm.
"Athena Rayne," a low, raspy voice spoke from the shadows. "Welcome to Winterwood. I have been waiting for you."
Athena Rayne stepped out of the mist-shrouded forest and onto the crumbling pavement of Winterwood's main street. The town's old stone buildings seemed to lean in, as if sharing a secret, their weathered facades whispering tales of a long-forgotten era. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a morbid perfume that clung to Athena's skin like a damp shroud.
"Who are you?" Athena demanded, her voice firm.