The Whisperings of the Rumour Mill

The echoes of a chilling tale have found their way to our offices, borne on the lips of whispers and shadows. A bulletin, cold and concise, tells of a caravan that met its tragic downfall mere hours ago. The once bustling convoy now lays silent, its cargo of hopes and dreams shattered by an unknown enemy. Alas, not a soul survived to recount the horrors that unfolded in the shadowed embrace of night. As the sun rises over the grim scene, questions linger like the morning mist, demanding answers that are shrouded in secrecy and fear.