After a long, exhausting evening the group finally got left alone. They could sleep, but a better order for those words is 'could they sleep?'.

Now in the morning everything doesn't look that intimidating anymore. The yellowish light colors the meadows of the forest, showing its beautiful flowers which couldn't be seen at night.

The campfire is still cracking softly as the flames dance around.

The figures from sooner are no where to be found. Disappeared as if they never existed. Maybe it is time to decently have a tour through the beautiful town springville.

Springville was founded in 1998. It was a place for outcasts to shelter and eventually stay. People lived in harmony. Until everyone got slaughtered. Slaughter for no reason. No motive. It just happened. The village of springville counted nine civilians, and now it counts zero. Or should we count the new visitors as eight new civilians, because they won't be leaving anytime soon.

In Springville one can find four buildings. One church, you already know flawlessly. Right? Or is there much more to explore?
Two houses. One in which it is not suggested to stay at the moment. You might guess why.
The last building is mistaken for a house, yet it isn't...