In a quaint, mist-cloaked village nestled amidst the rolling hills of England’s countryside, an ominous tale began to unfold. The village of Windermere, known for its peaceful charm, had become a place of whispered dread. One by one, the children began to vanish, leaving behind only echoes of laughter that once filled the cobbled streets. Yet, no trace of them could be found. Fear gripped the hearts of the villagers, but none dared speak of it.

And so, our tale begins with Rosé, a young woman with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and a mind twice as keen. Sent by the crown under mysterious circumstances, she arrived in Windermere not for leisure, but to unravel the enigma of the missing children.

Rose: The Missing Children

The mist lingered like a shroud, wrapping itself tighter around the village of Windermere. In its oppressive embrace, every corner seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy with a tension that could not be undone. The villagers remained frozen, their despair carved deep into their faces, each etched line a testament to their helplessness. The boy was gone, and with him, any fragile hope they clung to. 


Rosé stood still, her body taut as a bowstring. Her hands trembled, not with fear but with a fury she could barely contain. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving under the weight of her failure. She closed her eyes, willing herself to think, to act, but the torment of her mind was relentless. 


CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE GAMES HAVE BEGUN