No one talks about what really goes on inside.
Just the name carved into the gates: Mosswood.

The air is thick. The floor’s always wet.
And the sounds… they don’t all belong to animals.

You weren’t meant to be here.
But now that you are, you’ll have to find out for yourself what gets processed in the dark.

If you’re quiet, you might hear the truth.
If you’re lucky, you won’t.