PROLOGUE
The world has been a disaster for 350 years.
Not many people realize the importance of the sun back in those days, most of the population staying inside, not even sparing the outside world a second glance.
In the first 6 years without the sun, the governments fell.
30 years after that, finally the scientists start to attempt to create an replacement.
When we no longer had the flaming ball of fire in the sky, strange things happened.
Literature from the past retold themselves, in the form of events and creatures. Monsters were created in the sun's absence.
Not the metaphoric ones.
They seemed to be monsters created by people, they all had lores and stories around them. Those monsters caused chaos upon their very first day.
The monsters were never seen before, however, people often claim that they originated far below, or above, as a warning to the people that were slowly dooming each other.
Two organizations were created in the face of the new threat: The Watchers and The Abyssals.
One did their best to keep peace, and the other, cause havoc and bloodshed everywhere.
There were years whenever you took even a step outside, you would not know if you would be sleeping in your bed tonight, or your grave.
Or maybe your body will be sprawled on the streets, decomposing in the coming days.
Either way, those days are not coming to a close.
The Watchers all used to carry well-intent, and peace, but they have taken a different stance for the recent decades.
They terminated monsters and humans alike, their kindness and understanding disappearing along with their founder. The new leader seems cruel and unforgiving, killing all those that do not compile.
He has created an institute to study and analyze the anomalies, various researchers and security personnels applied upon opening.
All people that have even a single criminal record where taken to the facility as test hamsters or food for the monsters to keep their desires met and contained within the institute.
Things seemed to be going well for once, the monsters are no longer a big threat, and the new technological sun and moon where being created, what could go wrong?
Turns out, a lot of things.
With all the supernatural and phenomenal things happening, turns out a magic of sorts does exist.
Soul Cores. The very heart of the being.
The Cores can power powerful things, the removal of a core causes extreme paralyzing pain even if done correctly, the cores are also an effective to power large projects, as discovered, however the sun and moon projects are more than large, and they need an constant supply of cores to be able to even sustain a single day.
Alongside the "Sun and Moon" problem, the monsters need a constant supply of flesh and meat, and the scientists need test subjects.
No one wanted to be a little pawn that is sacrificed for the grand scheme of things, when they might not even be remembered or reserved a tombstone.
To solve this problem, the new leader of the Watchers started a survival game of sorts.
The Salem Trials.
The game where at least there is no way for all of your to walk away.
A game that has been going on for 62 years.
Where everyone's lives are on the line.
It's time to see how cruel humans can really be.
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