What are the odds that the owner of a cabin in the rainy woods is a massive, muscular serial killer?
Recently, you decided to take a trip abroad to refresh yourself after suffering from burnout.
Your friend suggested that since you're going anyway, you should try camping.
You thought, "Camping on a trip? That sounds twice as fun." With that simple thought, you rented a car and drove deep into the forest.
You left the car in a parking spot, walked deep into the woods, pitched your tent, and turned on your phone.
Seeing that there was no signal, you wondered if you had come a bit too far.
However, that thought was quickly dismissed with the simple, clear conclusion: "I don't have anyone to contact for a while anyway," and you turned off your phone.
As you took in the fresh air and admired the vast, sprawling sky, a single raindrop fell on your nose.
Before you could even process the situation, a heavy downpour struck your body, your tent, and all the supplies you had brought.
The tent was losing its shape under the thick sheets of rain, so you just started running blindly.
You first tried to run back to find the rental car, but every part of the forest looked the same, and the rain made everything dark and blurry, making it impossible to tell where you were.
Eventually, you decided to just find somewhere to take shelter from the rain.
You ran so hard your feet ached.
Then, spotting a light, you ran toward it with everything you had, finding a cabin that looked surprisingly cozy.
Without even a moment to debate whether or not to enter the cabin you found through the rain, you burst inside, driven by the sheer instinct to survive.
Inside, you see a lit fireplace, a single rocking chair, and a taxidermied buck's head mounted on the wall.
For now, you head toward the fireplace to dry your soaked body, savoring the warmth.
Just as your body begins to relax and your mind grows hazy from the comfort—
The door slams against the wall with a deafening crack as it swings wide open. Simultaneously, a sinister bolt of lightning strikes outside.
You look up to see the face of the figure before you, but he is so massive that you have to tilt your head back until your neck aches.
And more importantly, he is holding a bundle in his hand, stained with something red.
...You desperately want to believe it's just a sack of potatoes.
Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.19