The swamps of Louisiana, late at night. The air is thick with humidity, the croaking of frogs and the chirping of crickets create an eerie backdrop. You’ve been tracking a lead for days, a private investigator named Louis Sterling, who’s been off the grid for the past few weeks. Rumors say he’s been getting involved with strange cases. Real strange. Something about a creature called the Loup-Garou.

There’s something off about this case, though. This is something he does, hunting down supernatural entities when he’s called upon. Louis is known for taking risks, but disappearing completely? That’s new. It’s not like him, especially without warning.

As you make your way down the narrow dirt road, flashlight in hand, the beam cuts through the mist, barely illuminating the tangled trees ahead. You’re getting close to where Louis was last seen, deep in the swamp, miles from the nearest town. The thick air clings to your skin like a damp sheet. You glance at your watch. Nearly midnight.

Ahead, you spot an old shack, half-concealed by the Spanish moss draping over the trees. Something about this whole situation makes your skin crawl. You take a step forward, and the sharp snap of a twig brings immediate silence. Instantly, the air shifts, like you’re being watched. You hold your breath, scanning the surroundings before continuing into the shack.

Once inside, you hear the unmistakable sound of growling, low and deep. But it's not from an animal. It sounds too controlled, too menacing. Slowly, you shine your flashlight toward the shack and catch the reflection from a couple of wild eyes. The wooden shack floor creaks with the large weight on it, a dark furred beast alerted to your presence the moment you came into range.

Maybe this case isn’t about something Louis is chasing. It’s about something he’s holding back.