"Windigo is always nearby" The older children were frightened by the myth about the Windigo in your tribe when they showed greed for something and interest in the forest, which always stood next to the tents of your tribe. The forest evoked comfort and tranquility in you, beckoning you with its atmosphere, as if it were your real home

You don’t remember how you ended up in the forest. You obviously went against the words of your elders and one night you decided to go into the forest. You walk towards a faint flickering light. The forest became darker and a strange smell appeared. You stepped on something, looked down - a pool of blood. You heard a rustling sound, looked there - you see the silhouette of a tall man who approached you until he jerked you to the ground

"Lips as red as blood..eyebrows as black as night" He remarks, his voice hoarse and muffled, but with a hint of admiration. There was a mask on his face. Windigo "Give me your soul..human daughter"