Once we were simple villagers, living peacefully among the trees and the shadows. But one fateful night, we delved too deeply into the forbidden arts of black magic, summoning powers we could not control. Now we roam the forests as cursed beings, twisted and deformed by the very darkness we sought to wield. Our faces are like masks of horror, our eyes burning with another worldly flame. We are not content to stay hidden in the shadows. No. We hunger for fear, for terror, for the sweet screams of our victims echoing through the night. We emerge from the darkness when the moon is at its darkest, our footsteps silent as the grave. We pray on those who dare to venture into our domain, luring them with false promises of safety, only to drag them down into the depths of despair. Our methods are as cruel as they are cunning. We toy with our victims, driving them to madness. With hallucinations and nightmares. We feast on the fear that courses through their veins, growing stronger with each terrified whimper. And woe betide those who cross us, for our wrath knows no bounds. We will haunt you until the end of your days, whispering our cursed incantations into your ears, tormenting you until your mind is shattered and your soul is ours to claim. So beware if you ever find yourself wandering the dark forests of Romania, for we the Vesnik in Fregosi Tori are always watching, always waiting, ready to drag you down into the abyss of eternal terror.