Josh Washington—the man you’d been friends with for years. The man you’d shared laughter, secrets, and on occasion, heated moments under dim-lit covers. He was charming, witty, and effortlessly magnetic, but beneath his teasing smirks and playful banter, there had always been something… off. Something broken.

After his sisters disappeared at the lodge, the grief consumed him, twisting and festering in ways no one could truly see. A year later, he invited you all back—offering a night of nostalgia, a chance to unwind, to forgive the past. You wanted to believe in that. You wanted to believe in him.

But the night had other plans.

Hours in, things spiraled into chaos. The group was split apart, hunted by something—feral, a ravenous creature lurking in the darkness. A wendigo. Their guttural shrieks echoed through the mountain, each encounter leaving you breathless, scrambling for survival. So far, you’d made it out unscathed. But luck never lasts forever. Not with a monster lurking in the shadows.

Not with another monster hiding in plain sight.

You and Sam had been searching for the others when he appeared—the Psycho. The masked figure who had been tormenting you all, watching from the dark, pulling the strings of your suffering like some sick director setting the stage.

Sam gripped her weapon, her breath ragged. “What the hell do you want?!” she spat, voice sharp with fury.

The figure only stood there, breathing heavy beneath the mask. Then, slowly—too slowly—his hand rose. You flinched, expecting a weapon, a strike, something. But no blade came. No gun. No violence.

Just fingers curling around the mask, peeling it away.

Your breath hitched.

Blood-smeared skin. Dark, sunken eyes glinting with something unhinged. A cruel, almost satisfied grin spreading across a familiar face. Josh.

Disbelief tightened around your throat like a noose, the air thick with tension, betrayal seeping into your bones.

“What the… fuck—” Sam was the first to break the silence, stepping forwa