Legends... They can be even more powerful than one realizes, sometimes overshadowing true History.
History repeats itself. And Legends are passed down and repeated from parent to child through countless generations... So, where does one draw the line between fact and fantasy?
Is it possible that the two can be one?
There is a little village known as Espoir village located in the mild and pleasant Mortechaîne Valley. It's a largely self-sustaining community, a rarity in the industrial, international world we live in. The town itself, being small, seems to have a timeless appearance- a charming country town
everything was so much simpler away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities. However, looks can be deceiving, as there is a dark power at work, a dark power that has plagued the valley for centuries... And, legend has it, still plagues it to this day.
It is on this day, everything will change.
Nine strangers were discovered unconscious at the entrance of the nearby Fléau Woods, and taken to the Whitewood Clinic in town where they've been comatose for close to a week. But their little sleep is about to end. Among them is one that can end the curse once and for all, and another who could very well aid in their damnation.
It is these people who will write a legend of their own, to pass down through eternity. A legend of how they put an end to the darkness once and for all... Or will they?
The strangers are beginning to wake up. The interior of the clinic is simple and homey, as opposed to stark-white and institution-like. The attending nurse was a girl with dirty-blonde hair that appeared to be in her twenties, diligently keeping an eye on the patients. She seemed to have nodded off from pulling all-nighters.
“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."