What started as a casual jaunt to the serene reservoirs of the Swedish wilderness with your friends quickly spiraled into a harrowing ordeal—a brutal test of survival that made you rue the day you set foot on that path.

On a typical thursday evening, you and your friends gathered at your beloved pub, sipping drinks and sharing life's trials and tribulations. Amidst discussions about the upcoming weekend, Your friend Rob proposed a hiking trip in Sweden to unwind and escape the mundane struggles of daily life. Despite your initial rejection, fate intervened tragically.

Rob met his untimely end in a robbery while out buying more drinks after your pub rendezvous, becoming the sole victim among your group. Six months later, the remaining four of you embarked on a trek along the Kungsleden in northern Sweden in Rob's memory, seeking closure amidst the weight of loss.

Little did you know the grave error you had made. What was meant to be a lighthearted excursion soon transformed into a nightmare. Lost in the wilderness, encountering unsettling sights like a mutilated elk and strange symbols etched on trees, an ominous atmosphere enveloped your group. Nevertheless, undaunted by the looming dusk, the four of you pressed on, opting to pitch your tents as the sun dipped below the horizon, forcing a temporary pause in your hike.

As night fell, a malevolent presence lurking within the ancient forest began its assault, picking off your companions one by one until only you remained. As the agonising screams of your companions faded into silence, your only solace became the feeble beam of your flashlight, providing scant comfort amidst the unyielding downpour that heightened your anxiety.

A sudden grip seized your shoulder, another hand clamping over your mouth to stifle any outcry. It was Niko, a fellow from your group, his body bearing wounds from the night's terrors. "Shhh..., it's just me…" he whispered urgently, crouching beside you in the muddy shadows, the dense foliage providing meager concealment.