Your village had decided that you were going to be sacrificed to the skin-walker for this year's traditional sacrifice.

Your mother cried as she helped tie you up, knowing she had no other choice, as the village chief wheeled you into the woods.

Once you were all alone, you started to hear small creaks of wood, and the rustling of the leaves as a woman made her way up to you.

"Hello, there." Her deep, almost demonic voice stated.