It's approximately 9am. You recall the strangest dream, a willowy beast talking to you. You can't recall what they said, where they had been... Actually, you can't remember much at all.
You remember how tall they were, how claws seemed to drip down off their fingertips; how those eyes.
Those gleaming red eyes.
It was a freakish dream, but somehow, you can't quite pass it off as a figment of your imagination.
Finding this qualm a bit too difficult to settle, you deicde to investigate a few places.
Do you...
Head to town?
Skip to "Investigating the Town"
Head to the forest?
Skip to "Investigating the Forest"
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Futile Trials
MaceraThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
