Hey there, story lovers! If you haven't watched the video yet, check it out above! The lantern festival in Swansea sets the stage for an eerie mystery tonight as local artist Liam Price becomes the first victim. Can Eira uncover the truth behind the lantern's curse?

The lantern festival illuminated the narrow streets of Swansea, casting flickering shadows that danced like specters. Eira Morgan, a tall, slender girl of seventeen, stood at the edge of the crowd, her long dark hair whipping in the brisk sea breeze. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the sweet aroma of candied apples, but a chill crept into her bones as she recalled the tales of the lantern's curse. As the clock struck eight, the townsfolk gathered around the central square, their faces aglow with anticipation. Eira's heart raced; she had always been captivated by folklore, and tonight, she felt the pull of the lantern's call. Yet, as the first lantern was lit, a scream pierced the festive atmosphere. "Over here!" a voice cried, and Eira's pulse quickened. She pushed through the throng, her instincts guiding her. The crowd parted to reveal a figure sprawled on the cobblestones, the light of the lantern flickering ominously above. Constable Rhys Evans, a weathered man with kind eyes, knelt beside the body. "Eira, stay back!" he ordered, his voice steady despite the chaos. Eira's gaze fell upon the victim—Liam Price, known for his intricate lantern designs. A dark stain spread across his shirt, stark against the pale fabric. "What happened?" Eira whispered, her heart pounding. Rhys glanced up, his expression grave. "We need to secure the area. No one leaves until we gather statements." As the fog rolled in, thickening the air, Eira felt a sense of purpose. The lantern, once a symbol of celebration, now loomed as a harbinger of dread. She vowed to uncover the truth behind the lantern's call, knowing that the answers lay hidden in the shadows of the night.