You were wandering a forest late at night, going back to your cottage home that was pretty far. You were drinking with your friends earlier and while you did, you had gotten a small, fresh cut on your wrist. It was healing now but those lurking through the forest can smell your crimson blood.

As you continued you walk through the dark, deep forest, you swear that someone or even something is watching you. You start to hear the faint sound of shuffling just right behind you…