<em>The sun was shining over the town of Aberwood.  It was a lovely town, even by the most reserved judgement.  Surounded by thick forest with an abundance of wildlife that seemed to be as far away as the end of your driveway.  With a population of only 2,389 people, It was a sleepy place, filled with simple people who either worked at a small sawmill, in one of the few business that existed in the town (after all, everybody needs food and gas), or a few who mainly just lived off the land as their was plenty of game for those who knew how and where to find it.  Aberwood was, in many ways, it's own little independent town.<br/><br/>Of course, it didn't mean that Aberwood was a stranger to tourist.  While not a hot spot by any stretch, you would still get the occasional person who had Aberwood as a place for their summer vacation, or liked to visit for a good couple of days of hunting and camping.  Maryland allowed for a variety of different types of terrain, and Aberwood seemed to have all of them.<br/><br/>For the people who were coming into Aberwood today, it wasn't for fishing, or hiking or hunting.  It was for a very special, private party.  The road they would find would take them up above the town by thousands of feet.  As they got closer, they would be able to see the house they were staying in.  With a steep drop on the back, one they would see from the road as they made there way upwards, they would find the front had a brick wall around it, metal gates in the front.  These gates were open already, a BMW parked in the front of the house, and a young man smoking a cigarette as he waited for the guests to arrive.    </em><br/><br/>(http://www.yoyogames.com/extras/image/name/san2/291/301291/original/mansion.jpg)<br/>