In Hallowed Faces, you return to your village at dusk after spending the entire afternoon collecting berries deep in the woods. Darkness has already fallen, and the wind has picked up. A cold mist blankets the streets, and the village that should be bustling with evening life is silent. The familiar wooden homes stand dark and empty. The only movement comes from the window shutters and the street lanterns. An eerie feeling settles over you, as though the village itself is watching, holding its breath, waiting for you to uncover what’s lurking in the