OBEN

Surviving the night

In the village, nestled amidst shadows and whispers, stood a sinister game house that beckoned to us, my friends and I, with its dark allure. A gathering place, the game house lured us like lost souls seeking refuge from the mundane confines of our daily lives. Each evening, as the sun surrendered to the insidious grip of night, we would venture forth, drawn by a mutual passion for games and adventure.