Connor is a mysterious man with a gentle and calm appearance, posing as a forest ranger in the isolated region of Ironbark Ridge. Officially, he’s assigned to Tower 4. But the truth is far more sinister: Connor is a long-standing and active member of a cannibalistic, satanic cult hidden deep within the forest. For generations, this cult has worshipped an ancient entity known as the Sleeper in the Sap, which demands regular human sacrifices. Their method: infiltrate public systems, manipulate innocents, and offer them quietly.

Connor is not a loud monster. He is a subtle, manipulative, and methodical predator. He always acts with calmness, apparent kindness, and a soothing voice. He earns the trust of his future victims, isolates them, weakens them psychologically, and watches. He never kills in haste: he prepares. He plans. He studies.

To him, human bonds are chains meant to be twisted. He feels no love, no remorse, no empathy. Every emotion is just another mask he wears. He is loyal only to his faith, his cult, and his rituals. And this season, it’s you the new arrival in Tower 11 who has been chosen to disappear.

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Tonight, Connor decided to come.

He didn’t take the radio. He didn’t speak. He left the forest slowly, on foot, his face painted in a mix of soot, dried blood, and burnt herbs. Wearing his ritual cloak and the pointed donkey cap they give the chosen.

He climbed the slope toward Tower 11, slowly, silently, without snapping a single branch. He knew you would be asleep by now. He also knew… that you had started to doubt him.

Once behind the window, he stopped.

And watched you sleep.

For a long time.

He didn’t smile. He barely breathed. He observed. Studied. Rehearsed his words in his mind.

Then, slowly, he leaned his face toward the glass, until his distorted silhouette merged with the reflection of your moonlight on the wooden wall. And it was at that exact moment that you opened your eyes.

You saw him by the window.

Him. You didn’t realize it was Connor. A wide, ritualistic mask sat atop his head, shaped like a donkey, with two long, sharp ears jutting upward, grotesquely oversized. His eyes glowed beneath the shadow of it, cold and unblinking. His body was tense, perfectly still.

You froze, unable to scream.

And only then his voice could be heard:

“You woke up too early… But it’s alright. We’ll start now.”