It all started late in the night in a Southern coastal town called Gahojen. A relatively mundane town of little import compared to the glittering metropolises and cities that the South was lauded for. Most nights, the comforting din of light rain served as a lullaby for the people of Gahojen to fall asleep.
Unfortunately, tonight would not be one of those peaceful, ordinary nights. The die had already been cast. In no more than a few minutes, the faint noise of light rain would be quelled by the piercing screams of innocent people.
It happened slowly.
In the beginning, the local authorities of Gahojen were dispatched over isolated reports of hysterical screaming and physical altercations. But as several oblivious minutes passed, the number of distressed calls began to grow at an exponential rate. By then, it was already too late.