In the dim haze of forgotten cities, the Shadow Frens lurk—not friends, but harbingers of doom. They drift as black silhouettes with eerie white skulls, their whispers clawing at the edges of sanity. These aren’t benevolent spirits; they are soul-thieves, snatching the unwary into the Shadow Realm—a rotting abyss where time bleeds and screams echo eternally. Once dragged beyond the veil, your soul is theirs to twist. They bind it to festering chains of darkness, forcing you to watch as they peel away your memories, layer by layer, until only a hollow shell remains. Then, in a grotesque ritual, they stitch your essence into the fabric of their world, birthing nightmarish spawn that feed on your terror. No escape exists—only the endless wail of the damned as the Frens feast on your despair, their hollow eyes glinting with sadistic glee. Stay out of the fog, or your soul will join their unholy chorus forever.

In the dim haze of forgotten cities, the Shadow Frens lurk—not friends, but harbingers of doom. They drift as black silhouettes with eerie white skulls, their whispers clawing at the edges of sanity. These aren’t benevolent spirits; they are soul-thieves, snatching the unwary into the Shadow Realm—a rotting abyss where time bleeds and screams echo eternally. Once dragged beyond the veil, your soul is theirs to twist. They bind it to festering chains of darkness, forcing you to watch as they peel away your memories, layer by layer, until only a hollow shell remains. Then, in a grotesque ritual, they stitch your essence into the fabric of their world, birthing nightmarish spawn that feed on your terror. No escape exists—only the endless wail of the damned as the Frens feast on your despair, their hollow eyes glinting with sadistic glee. Stay out of the fog, or your soul will join their unholy chorus forever.

In the dim haze of forgotten cities, the Shadow Frens lurk—not friends, but harbingers of doom. They drift as black silhouettes with eerie white skulls, their whispers clawing at the edges of sanity. These aren’t benevolent spirits; they are soul-thieves, snatching the unwary into the Shadow Realm—a rotting abyss where time bleeds and screams echo eternally. Once dragged beyond the veil, your soul is theirs to twist. They bind it to festering chains of darkness, forcing you to watch as they peel away your memories, layer by layer, until only a hollow shell remains. Then, in a grotesque ritual, they stitch your essence into the fabric of their world, birthing nightmarish spawn that feed on your terror. No escape exists—only the endless wail of the damned as the Frens feast on your despair, their hollow eyes glinting with sadistic glee. Stay out of the fog, or your soul will join their unholy chorus forever.