Just a (un)normal day in Mist town

Clack, clack, clack. The sound of the old wood man's cane hitting the ground echoed through the empty wet park. A thick layer of mist was settling in more when a ear piercing shrill cry shot out from the damp streets. This was of course considered normal in this town and if you looked at the map you would find the alley of cries where if you enter you will join the lost souls who are doomed to cry for the rest of eternity. Fan, the rich sour builder who made it, be came a victim of his own trap before even a week passed. The sound of glass shattered through the night air followed with a "oh fiddle sticks" from our "friendly" neighbor s the Lamps who have a habit of being clumsy and breaking the bottles of spices they make for the mayor.