“WHO… who are you?” Cecile stammered, her voice quivering with fear, as she instinctively shielded August behind her. “Are you… one of them?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling but determined, desperately trying to project bravery.

Standing before Cecile and August were a middle-aged couple, their hands tightly clasped together, fear evident in their eyes.

The woman's brow furrowed with confusion as she responded, "What do you mean by 'them'? Who are you referring to? We heard there's an