Raven’s Mill: Lambs to the Slaughter

Raven's Mill was once the heartbeat of the region, where farmers worked the land, and the fields fed the town. But when the crops began to fail and the workers vanished, the soil turned cold and something else rose in their place. Scarecrows appeared in greater numbers, stuffed with remnants of those who went missing. No one knows who made the first one, and now they make themselves. Eyes watch from stitched sockets. The ritual continues without rest. Each new body is a piece of the design. Each step forward brings you closer to becoming part of it. Raven's Mill doesn't need crops anymore... It grows something else.