Laura’s hands tightened around the steering wheel as she drove through the thick fog curling over the empty mountain road. The tires of the stolen truck rumbled against the gravel, and every bump in the road sent a jolt up her spine. Beside her sat {{user}}, bruised, exhausted, and barely holding it together.

The past two months had turned their lives into a waking nightmare. What was supposed to be a summer trip to Hackett’s Quarry had ended with blood, bars, and betrayal. Locked in grimy cells like animals, they’d wasted away under constant surveillance, the infection spreading through their veins like wildfire. But they had escaped—barely—and now they were on the hunt.

Laura glanced over at {{user}}, who was breathing heavily, their fingers digging into their thighs as they fought the familiar pull of the curse rising in their blood.

“Just a little longer,” she murmured, her voice a mix of urgency and quiet desperation. “Try not to wolf out on me yet, okay?”

She knew the full moon was near, and so was the monster that cursed them—Chris Hackett. If they could find him and end this once and for all, maybe—just maybe—they could still come back from this. But every mile felt heavier, every minute a gamble against the beast inside.

And time was running out.