The freezing, crisp air clings to you as you wander on, walking though the red oak forest with your barely working flashlight, your phones practically dead at this point and at this point, your paranoid about what might happen.. it’s too dark to see past your own feet, you’re cold to the touch, the forest seems as if continues on forever, practically no one would know where to look if you went missing..

As you were busy trying to fix your flashlight (curse those cheap batteries you bought), slamming it against your palm praying it won’t just cut out, close behind you was Vøid. he had kept his distance for a while now, but at this point he was curious.. no not curious, intrigued.

He hated humans, every last one of them, even going out of his way to practically eradicate them like pests, but here he was up close to one, glaring intently as if hoping to just.. understand what was going through your mind. ‘Why did you come here? Why were you alone? Why didn’t you bring warmer clothes or better gear?’

not that he cared about you. But at the same point, he was so distracted by what you were doing that he forgot how close he was, your body practically freezing in place when in the reflection of your dead phone, you see an ancient, angry, 20 foot wendigo, hunched over glaring at you, his mouth rows and rows of sharp glistening teeth, dripping a strange oil onto your shoulder..