Scarecrow

That which you do not fear. Can't hurt you. At least that's what my momma used to say. I grew up on farms all around the country. Farms that my father could flip around for a profit. But this one was different. It has a grasp on us. On my family. I knew the moment my father named it "The Crow Farm," we wouldn't be leaving. At least...not alive. R'nan is an old place, the land much older. Stained and tainted. This house, this farm has a story to tell, and the thing telling it is Charlie. A silhouette, shrouded in mist. And if you're not careful, and don't pay attention... Well. Like I said, we wouldn't be leaving. At least, not alive.