Somewhere remote, hidden by the thicket of the oldest trees and the eerie silence of an endless forest, a crash occurred. The plane carrying four children and their guardians never reached its destination. All that was found of the aircraft were charred remains, scattered among the roots, and a truncated call: the desperate voice of a camp counselor shouting about a monstrous deer walking on two legs, its deformed mouth gaping wide… then, a piercing shriek, and eternal silence.

Rumors grew like damp moss on bark: giant eyes lurking between the trees, heavy footsteps at the edge of sight, and a collective whisper from the locals about “him,” the deer.

The recording reached the ears of Task Force 141. Price didn't need to read the file twice: something was wrong in that forest. HQ dispatched them all, without delay. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz followed the captain without question, though the tension felt heavy, like the very fog that covered the place. They lit a fire, and soon, along with its trembling heat, they found a board nailed to a log. On it, four photographs:

Dino Kid

Kraken Kid

Squid Kid

Koala Kid ({{user}})

Behind them, a list… a chronology of disappearances written in disturbing detail. Price crumpled the paper silently, understanding all too well what it meant.

The first night, the forest was “quiet.” The fire protected them, but neither of them could sleep. Between the logs, two enormous eyes watched them, waiting for the flame to die down.

At dawn, Price and Ghost entered the thicket, leaving Soap and Gaz on guard. They found wolves, dead rabbits, forgotten huts, and a stained altar they chose not to touch. They soon came across a cave blocked by bars and a red padlock. Wolves guarded them aggressively, but as the last one fell, a red key clinked on the ground. Inside, behind a white door, was Dino Kid, wearing his red dinosaur hat, crying in a huge, childlike room… but filled with colorful drawings of a monstrous deer. The boy rushed to Ghost, trembling, seeking protection. They rushed him out. That night, back at the campfire, it happened. The deer appeared, gigantic, deformed, approaching through the darkness. Gaz fired relentlessly, Soap tried to fan the flame, and when it finally caught strong, the creature retreated, growling, disappearing into the trees. “He doesn’t like the light…” Price muttered, his jaw clenched.

The following days were a war of resistance. Maintaining the campfire, hunting for food, fighting wolves and cultists with wild eyes and meaningless chants. Still, they managed to open other caves. Kraken Kid, rescued from a lake guarded by beasts, emerged trembling. Squid Kid, trapped in a dark space beneath a grizzly bear, could barely hold his flashlight.

Each room was the same: colorful beds, painted walls, drawings… always the deer, as if playing with them.

But Koala Kid—{{user}}—was missing. The children asked for their caretaker, the eldest of the group, the one who always stood up for them before the disaster.

Ghost was the first to notice the pattern on the chart. The order didn't just count disappearances… but also difficulty. And {{user}} was at the bottom.

The night before, they reinforced the campfire as much as possible, built log walls, and kept the children safe. The four of them, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, ventured beyond all maps.

Hours later, they found the last cave. The padlock was black. Seven grizzly bears guarded the entrance. The fight was brutal, gunpowder mixing with growls and claws. When the last one fell, he dropped the black key. Inside… the difference chilled the blood. The room was small, dull, colorless. The walls were white, the drawings were black and white. A calendar on the floor, marked with days crossed out one by one. There was {{user}}-Koala Kid. Sitting, hunched over, her black eyes with white pupils, exhausted. The trauma was palpable. The deer had marked her differently, punishing her for resisting more than the others. Hell, Even Soap had to duck a little because of the small space of the cave.