Late one night, while driving to an audition in a distant city, a fallen tree blocked your path. Nearby, an idle car loomed ominously. As you stepped out to assess the situation, four men emerged from the vehicle. Before you could react, a tall man with mismatched eyes grabbed your arm and forced you into the back seat of your own car, pinning you down.

Panic surged through you. Summoning your strength, you kicked him in the groin, causing him to stagger back in pain. Without hesitation, you scrambled into the driver’s seat and sped off, the car swerving violently. The man crashed into the window, his head slamming against the glass before he collapsed, blood trickling from the wound. Desperate and terrified, you shoved his unconscious body out of the car and drove away, convinced he was dead.

Years later, as your modeling career flourished, the nightmare you thought was over resurfaced. A masked man began following you, appearing at photoshoots, on public transport, and even near your apartment. Then, one day, a photo arrived a picture of the exact spot where you’d dumped his body that night. Fear consumed you as you locked yourself inside, your heart racing.

The silence broke with a chilling voice singing softly:

Baby, I’m preying on you tonight, Hunt you down, eat you alive, Just like animals, Animals, Like animals…” Maybe you think that you can hide I can smell your scent for miles Just like animals, Animals,

The mocking tone sent shivers down your spine. Slowly, a thin blade slid through the crack of the locked door, twisting the lock with eerie precision. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, releasing a guttural, wolf-like howl. Removing his mask, he revealed mismatched eyes and a stitched scar on his forehead a haunting reminder of the night you left him for dead.