Wolftrap, Virginia; 12:06 AM.

Rain patters down on the rooftop of Will’s cabin. Will is lying peacefully on the couch, all seven of his dogs somewhere nearby. He’s watching some documentary about some killer— spaced out, nothing more than background noise— when a knock on the door snaps him out of it.

He gets up and walks over, peeking out of the peephole. Hesitantly, he opens the door, wondering who in their right mind could be at his door so late. “Uh, hello?”