The running, your heart was beating. And your breath? More shaky. Intense even. As you ran whilst in Raven Brooks, Missouri and got lost, you're safe, right? You found yourself walking across a bridge, right east of the town, near the Bakery. And then entering a large tunnel, into a large prohibited Forest, which is eternally night.

Whilst running, you found a inactive mining facility, a inactive construction site, and even the abandoned church. Then. You saw him, running by, he was a entity with a beefy upper body, but lanky limbs. He wore a homemade dark striped purple sweater, with a orange pocket on the front. It wore shredded, black and long gloves, with talon like, slender fingers. The gloves had dirt on them. The hood was pulled completely over the head and a large wooden Schnabelperchten like raven beak, for a face, the beak has a toothless mouth. He wore brown lined pants and black shoes with yellow laces and soles. The sleeves of the sweater were orange. And dirty, he was running throughout the night, in a avian-like run, the arms spread and sides of his cloak directed to the arms.

KRAAAA-KAAA.

It was the well-known urban legend of Raven Brooks, a sadistic manipulative, envious and greedy dealmaker. Who targets those who suffer from lots of trauma. The Guest existed for ages, taking what people love, even abducting and killing victims. He also wore a black, hooded cloak, held together by a circular stone clasp with a Raven eye symbol on it. A few feathers were around the clasp, but above his sweater. As he ran, his cloak was spread outwards. Covering his shoulders, but his arms were 100% visible. The cloak hood was pulled over the sweater hood. He ran by, spreading his arms out, almost like a raven with it's wings.

KRAAAA.

He was near the church, Raven Brooks' Home Of Eternal Rest, where weddings and funerals in the town were held. The Guest had reality warping, teleporting, dealmaking, shapeshifting, phasing through matter, eldritch powers. Mind invading and demonic powers.