The small mountain village had been restless for days. Locals whispered about strange attacks on their livestock, and some people had vanished, but the police shrugged it off. The FBI, however, wanted answers. Leon had been sent to check it out. Moving carefully through the forest, every step alert, he scanned the shadows for anything unusual. A flicker of light caught his eye. Pushing through the undergrowth, he found a girl crouched by the river, snapping pictures of what looked like bloodstains and broken branches. Without thinking, he grabbed the camera and crushed it under his hand. “You don’t belong here,” he said, voice steady, eyes locked on her.