Twenty-seven years ago, five friends decided to play a game... But if it was just a game, why is there blood? If it was all in their imagination, why is it crawling toward them? If it was dead, why are they afraid?
Darkborn. To stop it is to believe in it. To believe in it is to sacrifice yourself to it. It could be anywhere... anyone... any thing. And those who unleashed it years ago may pay for it with their lives—and their souls for all eternity.
Twenty-seven years ago, five friends decided to play a game... But if it was just a game, why is there blood? If it was all in their imagination, why is it crawling toward them? If it was dead, why are they afraid?
Darkborn. To stop it is to believe in it. To believe in it is to sacrifice yourself to it. It could be anywhere... anyone... any thing. And those who unleashed it years ago may pay for it with their lives—and their souls for all eternity.