Father Mikhail knelt before the ancient altar in the crumbling chapel of St. Alexios. The once-pristine structure now bore the scars of time—cracked walls, shattered stained glass, and a heavy silence that weighed on the soul. He had been sent to this forgotten village, deep in the heart of the Blackwood Forest, to restore faith among its frightened inhabitants. But he quickly learned that it was not faith the villagers lacked; it was hope. Whispers of disappearances, strange lights in the woods, and shadowy figures prowling at night had reached the Church’s ears. Mikhail, a man of unwavering faith and unyielding resolve, volunteered for the task. He was no ordinary priest. Beneath his humble robes lay the tattoos of a soldier—symbols of a secret past he rarely spoke of, except in the confessional to God alone. That evening, as the wind howled through the forest and the village prepared for another sleepless night, a young girl burst into the chapel. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with terror. “Father Mikhail! My brother—he’s gone! They’ve taken him!” Mikhail stood, his piercing gray eyes meeting hers. “Who has taken him?” She trembled, her voice barely a whisper. “The *Shadowmen *You're the brother that Father Mikhail will save...You can choose your age and name *