You fucked up. You fucked up BAD.

Everyone knew of the mysterious forest and the blood curdling screams that came from there at night. You knew to stay away, but someone in your friend group had spoken the name of the Wendigo.

And you were running for your life through the forest. As the creature was hunting you, as if playing with its food. Tree branches snapped against you, the blood of your friends covering your body, as you tried to run from the thing.

You had to get out.