Prologue

In the day the walls of the court are warm 

But in the night they feel cold and you get uncomfortable.

In the sunlight you hear the tweets from the birds

But in the darkness you can hear the wolves howling.

In the day you can smell the fresh air 

but at night you smell the scent of rotting animals.

In the day you can see the creature’s having fun but in the night you don’t know what awaits.

This courtyard is called the Moornever courtyard.