Location: Crossroads (Near Afterburn)
You stumble upon a park. It’s dark as pitch, but if you look hard enough, you’ll see the remains of a once-beautiful garden. The nearby Victorian architecture looks charming but, as you’ll soon realize, hides the forsaken park’s wretchedness.
You see a raven, or as poet Edgar Allen Poe described in “The Raven”, a “grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore.” Not just one ominous bird, but an entire conspiracy* of ravens.
The foul fowl, with jet black feathers and fiery eyes that burn into your core, seek to taunt you, to haunt you. Round and round they go in this scary attraction , encircling you, and screeching in high pitches that are sure to wake the dead.
Do these feathered friends wish for you to return their grisly garden? Quoth the ravens, “Nevermore.”