The dreams of the people are troubled. Screams shatter the dark nights. Clerics and Magister-physicians have been called in. Apothecaries are besieged by everyone from common-folk to nobles seeking tinctures and admixtures to soothe raw nerves and drive folk into deep slumber. But most worrisome is what is happening to the children. Those who can remember fevered dreams speak of seeing terrifying others, from behind the walls of sleep. Many are struck dumb, and left lifeless, as though drained of spirit or soul.

In the heart of the bustling town of SouthBay, where the scent of saltwater mingles with the cacophony of merchants haggling in the trade district, a sinister secret festers like a hidden plague. Whispers in dimly lit taverns and darkened alleys carry tales of the dreaded wererats, a cunning and clandestine clan that has entrenched itself within the city's slums.

The small town of Eldermill found itself shrouded in a cloud of distress and despair as the haunting cry for help echoed through its quaint cobbled streets. The heart-wrenching tale of a missing child had sent shockwaves through the once peaceful community, leaving its residents trembling with worry and clutching at fading glimmers of hope. The young human girl, sweet Lily, had disappeared without a trace, her innocent laughter silenced, and her absence leaving an unbearable void in the hearts of her loved ones.