It all began on a stormy night when lightning tore through the sky like claws of wrath. From the darkness emerged the heroes, their silhouettes twisted and contorted, their faces concealed behind grotesque masks of horror.
The citizens hailed them as saviors, but beneath their masks lay something sinister, something primal that stirred unease in the depths of the soul.
One by one, the heroes roamed the streets, their footsteps echoing like whispers of doom. With every passing moment, the city descended deeper into chaos, as fear and paranoia gripped its inhabitants like tendrils of darkness.
Yet, amidst the chaos, a lone figure emerged, a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. This figure, known only as the Watcher, sought to uncover the truth behind the masked heroes and their malevolent intentions.
As the Watchers delved deeper into the shadows, they uncovered a terrifying secret hidden beneath the guise of heroism. The heroes were not protectors of the innocent, but harbingers of terror, feeding on the fear of those they were sworn to save.
With every revelation, the Watcher's own sanity hung in the balance, as the horrors of the night threatened to consume them whole. Yet, fueled by a sense of duty and determination, they pressed on, determined to expose the truth and rid the city of its monstrous saviors.
But the masks of dread held secrets far darker than anyone could have imagined, and as the night wore on, the line between hero and villain blurred into oblivion, leaving only fear and madness in itswake.