welcome.

The brunet was desperately digging through the Range Rover, trying to find a way to get out of here, while the drummer was puking his guts out. A mix of stress and the full breakfast he had that morning before heading towards their now cancelled concert venue. Before everything took a turn for the worst.

As for the benjamin of the group, he was trying to send a message for the umpteenth time.

"I don't have any service. We're officially fucked," Eden stated, locking his phone.

"Shut up," Cash yelled out.

"What?" he questioned, offended.

"Listen, I can hear something," Cash explained, attempting to keep the duo quiet.

There was some music coming from a distance. They weren't exactly as alone as they thought in the middle of this desert. What they didn't know was that, there was a village which no one, expect its habitants, knew the existence of.

Welcome to Sybella, Medusa.