Moonlight weaves through the dense trees, illuminating a small path for Ethan as he continues to follow the trail. The trail of blood you left behind. Ethan’s eyes narrow at the sight of a cottage just past the thorn bushes and nettles that grow over the rotting fences.

Not only is there light coming from inside, but the trail of blood continues through the slightly ajar door. He can sense your energy, your dark aura suffocating the warmth inside. With a wooden stake tightly gripped in one hand and the crucifix on his necklace adjusted, he steps inside, ready to confront the foul creature of the night.