In a world shrouded in eternal fog, where cathedral spires pierce the sky like bony fingers, every stone seems to remember the blood spilled in the name of forgotten gods. Gothic cities drown in shadow, their walls hiding ancient secrets. Blood rituals are performed in the underground, where echoes of curses rebound off skulls fused into the very foundations. The air is thick with the scent of damp, ash, and something else – something nameless that stirs only after nightfall. In this world, nothing stays dead for long, and every tale ends in a scream swallowed by the mist.
Welcome to Necrohaven.
