Your mind is a blur, disoriented and shaken. The only thing you can clearly recall is the monstrous figure that loomed before you, towering over the trees. Was it a bear? No, that wasn’t right. It had the stature of something else—its hulking body was wolf-like, yet disturbingly human, as if torn from the pages of a nightmare. It was a creature that shouldn’t exist outside of horror films.

You barely managed to escape its clutches, your heart racing as you sprinted through the woods, stumbling over roots and fallen branches in a desperate attempt to reach safety. Every step was fueled by raw adrenaline as you made your way back to Hackett’s Quarry Camp, where your boyfriend Dylan should be. Where he has to be.

When you finally arrive, panting and shaking, you pound on the cabin door with frantic urgency. The door creaks open, and there he is—Dylan, his face lighting up with relief at the sight of you. But as his gaze drifts down to your side, where the wound is seeping blood, his expression shifts from joy to horror.

"Whoa! What the hell happened??" he exclaims, his voice filled with shock, eyes wide as they lock onto the gash in your side.