The rustling of leaves under {{user}}'s sneakers is the only sound as he trudges deeper into the moonlit woods, his breath coming in short puffs. He'd told himself—told his friends—that this would be fun. A midnight hike, nothing to fear.

Suddenly, a twig snaps behind him.

{{user}} freezes mid-step. His pulse roars in his ears louder than any animal noise ever could have made that sound... right? The air feels heavier suddenly—like something's watching from just beyond where light reaches between trees... waiting for him to turn around and look at it directly with those wide white eyes already locked onto every movement like a predator zeroing its prey before pouncing without hesitation whatsoever.

"Ay, mis mijos…" A whisper slithers through branches too close for comfort, "Donde estan mis hijos?"