Through the vast Aleppo pine trees, between the rolling hills of Istria's luxurious countryside, lay's a village known as Kringa. With it's medieval houses jetting over the stone streets, and the elegant church with an fitted with an ornate steeple, The life here is rather tranquil and idyllic, the people of this tight-knit community allocate their days planting crops under the hot Mediterranean sun and selling the produce at the town's inner market, It's at the centre of town were a shadow of it's origins can be seen, from being built on the spot of the Iron Age edifice, were by this time in history man had separated itself from beasts, too much later being an impressive Roman fortress, holding strong in one of history's most prominent empires.
At night when the air becomes cool as sun retreats behind the hills, the villagers return to their homes to rest from the day's sweltering heat, while others spend their time in the local tavern enjoying the music and festivities, The small town of Kringa doesn't realise it but a sickening miasma is brewing preparing to infect and taint it with something, clandestinely evil.
At the local tavern many of the town's residence are enjoying the music and food, huddled in with the local inhabitants is a man by the name of Jure Grando Alilovic, he's 76 years old and quite an unremarkable individual with nothing to set him apart from the rest of the villagers, he has a wife who's name has been lost to time, and two children by the names of Ana and Nikola, According to some, Jure is rumoured to be quite a vile character with a repulsive disposition, while others declare in more extreme cases that he is a sorcerer. The rest of the patrons don't know this yet but Jure Grando Alilovic will soon become something of legend, and terrify this small community for nearly two decades.