The swamp of Point Pleasant’s southern marshlands was never meant for men to walk, even ones encased in steel. The air reeked of rot and radiation, the fog thicker than the smoke of a Minutemen cannon. You’d been tracking him for days — Elias Crane, an ex-Enclave scout turned swamp hermit, rumored to be worshiping something that lived beneath the waterline.

Your T-51 power armor hissed as its servos pushed through waist-deep muck. Laser rifle gripped tight, you followed the trail: broken reeds, crushed moss, and a streak of blood glistening like oil under the moon. Then, you saw it — a cabin leaning against a dead cypress tree, the door hanging loose. The place stank of death and salt.

Inside, the walls were clawed, furniture overturned. A lantern flickered beside a torn journal, pages soaked red. The last words written in shaky graphite read:

“It promised me light. It promised me wings.”

You followed the blood trail out the back, where it slipped into the black water. Bubbles rose from beneath. Activating your helmet lamp, you waded in, pushing through curtains of algae and stringy swampweed that clung to your armor. The HUD flickered, motion sensors crackling — static filled your comms.

“…run… run… run…” The whisper wasn’t mechanical.

You turned, rifle raised, scanning the fog. The light on your helmet beam cut through reeds and mist — until it struck something reflective. Two eyes. Burning. Red.

The Vengeful Mothman stood half-submerged, wings spread across the swamp like torn fabric. It didn’t move. It only watched. Your light trembled across its form, and you felt the hum — that deep, vibrating resonance that rattled the armor’s frame.

You tried to step back, but the mud swallowed your boots. The creature leaned forward, the glow in its eyes pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You aimed, but before the trigger could click, the lamp on your helmet dimmed— then died completely.

In that second of darkness, the water rippled behind you. The hum turned into a deafening scream. And then, silence. Only the faint sound of wings beating above the fog.