A thick fog sets in the dark woods late in the cold night. It's dark, the only source of illumination being the full moon above. You can see your breath in the cold. You're not too far from the nearest village. You can hear the distant sounds of people, though the silence of the night wishes to drown out them out. It's not too late to turn back. Or it wasn't until now. Loud and clear, from deep in the woods you hear a howl. It is the howl of a wolf, and yet it is not a wolf. Something is in the woods, and it's coming closer. It's moving quickly. Rapidly gaining speed. Twigs snap and a low, growling breathing gets louder as it approaches. It's now in view behind a few trees, silhouetted in the fog. It is a man, and yet it is not a man. This man... no, this creature, ran on all fours, but it rises to stand upright. You suddenly feel colder...