Welcome to Hushwood California, a supernatural nexus among many in the world. Unlike most though this one isn't moving. A sleepy historical shoreside town set against thick forests, and rugged mountains, where mystery, and doom hang in the air like a thick fog that refuses to be burned away by the sun. A simple train ride, or trip down the scenic US 101 to the more populace areas of the state. Named for the well maintained population of ancient oak trees imported by the town's founder in 1817, it is a beautiful place. Peaceful, and serene beset by a pervasive silence as the ancient oaks absorb most of the sound. Hushwood is lonely, quaint, foreboding, mysterious, and beautiful. As good a place to die as any.