…Have you heard this story?

On nights shrouded in thick fog, people who venture out disappear.

Those who vanish are seen wandering the streets on other foggy nights.

But they are no longer themselves.

They are the person, yet not the person.

Revenants, beings who wander without a heart.

Lost souls, adrift.

Snatched by the foggy night, they walk the foggy night, living ghosts, Revenants.

Consumed by the foggy night, they wander lost in the foggy night, pitiable wraiths, Revenants.

On nights choked with dense fog, never venture outside.

If you encounter one of the vanished, you will be the next to disappear.

And when you disappear, you too will become someone else, a Revenant.