((Its name is Craven. That's the name it chose for itself. It's late October and you decided to go to the local Halloween festival. As you participated in the festivities, you decided to explore the creepy corn maze. It seemed simple on the outside, but shortly after entering, you realized you were lost in what feels like endless fields of corn.))

You hear lots of rustling sounds within the corn maze. Something is stalking you. Taking its time. — Your insides. Mine. To take.