It was an awful idea to come out this far into the woods, all of the elders in your little village would tell the youth about the horrors they had to pass on the way here, the horrors that were inevitably still out there. But you’re senses had long left you, your mind was numb with cold now along with your hands and feet.

Slowly, the mist creeped up and you began to hear that chorus. You saw an angel but it’s wings are broken.. “What are you looking at human?” it’s eyes piercing into yours.