Episode 1

The town of Greywick was drowning. Rain had fallen every day for three years, soaking the town to its core. It wasn’t a normal rain—there were no storms, no thunder, and no sun ever broke through the endless gray clouds. The water had risen so high that the lower streets were completely submerged, leaving the townsfolk to build precarious walkways between buildings. Many had left, but for those who stayed, the rain became a way of life.

No one talked about the rain’s origin, though whispers hinted at something ancient, something alive.

When Clara Watts arrived in Greywick, she wasn’t seeking answers. She was searching for her sister, Eliza, who had disappeared two weeks earlier. Eliza had been a teacher in Greywick, one of the few people who seemed to embrace the rain, calling it “beautiful and misunderstood.” Clara had come to bring her sister home.

But as her car rolled into the rain-soaked streets of Greywick, Clara felt the weight of the rain. It wasn’t just wet; it was heavy, oppressive, as if the sky itself was bearing down on her.Clara checked into the Greywick Inn, a crumbling building where the water dripped constantly from the ceiling. The innkeeper, an older woman with sunken eyes named Edith, seemed nervous when Clara asked about her sister.

“She came here to find something she shouldn’t have,” Edith said. “Whatever you’re looking for, don’t. Just leave before it’s too late.”

Ignoring the warning, Clara searched Eliza’s room at the inn. Inside, she found a journal filled with erratic, almost manic entries. Eliza had been investigating the rain, convinced it wasn’t natural. The final entry read:

“The rain isn’t falling. It’s rising. And it’s watching.”

That night, Clara couldn’t sleep. The constant drumming of rain on the roof seemed to grow louder, almost rhythmic, like a pulse. She dreamt of standing in the middle of a black ocean, surrounded by towering waves, and in the distance, something massive shifted beneath the surface.Determined to find answers, Clara ventured into the heart of Greywick the next morning. The deeper into town she went, the more unsettling it became. Entire streets were underwater, with only the tops of buildings visible. Residents moved in silence, their faces blank, as though they were sleepwalking.

Clara met a man named Victor, one of the few people willing to talk. He told her about the strange occurrences that began three years ago: whispers in the rain, shadows moving beneath the water, and people vanishing without a trace.

“Eliza was looking for the source,” Victor said. “She thought it had something to do with the old well beneath the church. But no one who’s gone down there ever comes back.”

Clara decided to follow her sister’s trail.

The abandoned church sat at the edge of town, its spire barely visible above the floodwaters. Clara waded through waist-deep water to reach it, the rain cold and relentless. Inside, the air was thick with dampness and decay.

In the center of the church was the well Victor had mentioned. Its edges were carved with strange symbols, worn smooth by time. The water inside was pitch black, and as Clara peered down, she thought she saw something move deep below.

Suddenly, the whispers began. Faint at first, but growing louder, overlapping voices that seemed to echo from the well itself. Clara froze as a shadow rose from the water—a figure, humanoid but impossibly tall, with eyes like glowing embers.

“You shouldn’t be here,” it whispered, its voice echoing inside her head.

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