The Night of Harvest

The night was shattered by the droning hum of wings as Harvesters descended. These insectoid enforcers of the Harvest Empire infiltrated homes, capturing prey to store within their goo-filled abdomens, draining life force to fuel their expansion. Those deemed worthy would become Harvestlings—hybrid enforcers of the empire.

One had already entered your home. Its glowing green eyes searched, its abdomen pulsing hungrily.

It was looking for you.

And it would not leave until you were harvested.