We see a carpet of pine needles laid out over the quiet floor of the Mananga Hila National Forest.

Bright light is beaming down from the waxing nearly full moon overhead.

It is summer in Kepler West Virginia, and it is still. In this particular neck of the woods,

not a creature is stirring.

The tall pines all around are motionless, bathing in this moonlight.

There are no howls from the forest's depths.

No frogs rattling in the creeks that crisscross the terrain. No crickets whistling their summer song.

Kepler is quiet too.

Its citizens have long sense retired for the day.

The steady home of the finicular that connects the town to the ski slopes above ceased operations hours ago.

Signs for the businesses catering to Kepler's night owls flicker and dim as their proprietors close up shop.

Soft lights in the town's windows extinguish one by one save for the office window of the amnesty lodge on the outskirts of Kepler's top side.

Where the manager sips her evening tea,

peering expectantly out this window and into the forest beyond.

And back in those woods, a stone archway stands in the center of a small clearing.

The waxing moon reaches its zenith in the starlit sky above.

The carpet of pine needles begins to vibrate in soft pulses away from the center of this clearing.

And in an instant, the span of the arch is filled with the moonlight above.

And the carpet of needles is stripped away as sharp winds blow outward and away from the clearing in every direction.

The moon's reflection on the archway dims. The owner of the amnesty lodge finishes her evening tea and extinguishes the last light of Kepler West Virginia.

Okay. Hi, everybody. Welcome to the adventure zone.

First proper episode of what we're calling the adventure zone amnesty.

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