Chapter Thirty-Three: The Bloody Garden:

There is a world hidden from humans. Only few have heard of it. And they will not go there.

An invisible gate seals it off. But the smell of blood is persistent. It is a warning. Stay away. Stay away. Run! Don’t come here!

But it can’t be heard. There is no voice.

By day, the garden cannot be seen. So much green hides it. The scent is absent, but it’s unnaturally quiet. No birds sing around this area. Animals won’t go near it. Do they know the truth? What scares them from that place?

By night, it comes to life. The scent is overpowering. It’s still silent. Something’s not right. It glows red. Blood red. Then, there it is.

Cries in the night. They can’t be heard. Magic silenced them. It’s unclear who or what exactly. But he garden is always hungry.

More blood. More blood. Flesh. Feed us. Feed us. Blood.

Usually, it has had no luck. But something has changed. Yes. The gate had been opened a crack. Who opened it? Whoever did it wasn’t strong enough to open it all the way. So now, the poison is leaking out. More humans were walking to the park. They can’t explain it.

There is the whistling. On the whistling. Starts off faint. Does it grow? Not exactly. It stays low, really low. Almost like a buzzing noise.

Ten disappearances so far. There will be more. The garden used to weak. But something has changed the MMO. Now, the death trap is worse than ever.

Hm? What is this? There’s another victim tonight? Will this make eleven?