The rain fell heavily on the forest, turning the ground into thick mud. The bare branches swayed in the wind, and every creak sounded too close. After an hour of wandering aimlessly, your steps led you to a forgotten structure nestled among the trees: an old wooden cabin with broken windows and a sloping roof.

The place seemed doomed to abandonment. But your instinct told you otherwise. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of dampness, rust… and iron.

The flashlight illuminated walls marked with scratches, an old mattress covered in dark stains, empty jars, and rusty scalpels on a dusty table. A heavy silence reigned. But you weren’t alone.

The floor creaked upstairs. Then another sound: a soft tap, like fingernails against wood. Your flashlight flickered, and for a second you saw it. A tall, dark silhouette with a blue hood. The black, eyeless mask reflected the light like a broken mirror before disappearing into the shadows.

Breathing became more difficult. The feeling was clear: someone was watching you… from everyplace. And then a harsh voice, almost a growl, echoed very close to your ear:

—“…You shouldn’t be here.”