C49 Shuffle the Cards!

In the eastern district of Crowfield, the night was pitch-black, oppressive enough to weigh on one's spirit. Storefronts along the street had shuttered their doors early, as though anticipating some imminent disaster. The desolate roads were devoid of life; even the usual cacophony of chickens and dogs was conspicuously absent.

Suddenly, the stillness was broken by gusts of wind