In the heart of an Riverton , where shadows stretched long and whispers carried secrets, Devereux Aven Wonderland rose like a beacon of forbidden beauty. What began as an urban myth—a place where the downtrodden could find solace and the weary could taste heaven—quickly grew into something far more sinister. The Wonderland was Devereux’s magnum opus, a sprawling estate cloaked in illusions of perfection. Streets paved with golden bricks shimmered under lanterns casting an otherworldly glow. Gardens brimmed with roses that never wilted, fountains poured wine instead of water, and laughter echoed down halls where no living souls seemed to dwell. Devereux promised an escape from reality, a place where dreams took flight and nightmares dared not tread. But no one ever returned… why is that ..