You stand at the heart of a bustling town, where the rhythmic clatter of daily life fills the air. A charming creek, its waters glistening under the sun, powers a weathered waterwheel attached to an ivy-clad building. Amidst the lively chatter and occasional laughter, an old man’s voice cuts through the hum, his words a gruff murmur: “An ancient evil lurks… it must be stopped!”