The celebration in Tar Village was deceptively serene. Lanterns swayed gently in the cool night breeze, casting warm, flickering glows over the gathered villagers. The air carried the faint aroma of roasted meat, sweet fruits, and the sweet hum of traditional songs. At first glance, the villagers appeared entirely normal—smiling, dancing, sharing drinks, and celebrating the union of two young souls.
Yet beneath this surface, a sinister secret lingered.
The Wedding Banquet
The main square was alive with joy. Music played, and villagers dressed in their finest—bright fabrics embroidered with intricate patterns. The bride and groom, adorned with fragrant flowers and shining headdresses, exchanged vows under the watchful eyes of elders. It was a night of hope, prosperity, and tradition.
But shortly after midnight, the celebration took a strange turn.
