As the cool night air wrapped around you, you set out into the dense forest, bow in hand, knowing deer were plentiful this time of year. The moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, casting eerie shadows on the ground. But it wasn’t the deer that weighed on your mind—it was the rumors. The Stalker, they called it, a tall black figure that had been blamed for the recent disappearances.

You pressed forward, determined to shake off the fear. Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes stopped you dead in your tracks. Your heart pounded. Was it a deer, or something far worse? The rustling grew louder, closer, until a dark shape began to emerge.