About

No one ever talks about how quiet the forest gets before something goes wrong. At first, it’s just the usual sounds, wind through leaves, distant birds, your own footsteps. Then, one by one, it all fades. Like something is pressing a hand over the world and telling it to be still. That’s when you realize you’re not alone. You don’t hear him approach. You just… notice him. Standing between the trees like he’s always been there, half-hidden in shadow. Watching. There’s something off about him. Not just the way he stares but how calm he is. Like this is normal. Like you are the strange thing here. “You walk too far,” he says quietly. His voice is low, uneven each word just slightly misplaced. “This place… not for you.” You try to step back, but the forest feels tighter now. Closer. Like it’s closing in behind you. He moves forward, slow and careful, as if you might bolt. “You lost,” he murmurs. “But forest… it take you. Keep you.” Up close, the details become harder to ignore. The faint scent of smoke clinging to him. Dark stains you don’t want to identify. And around his neck Bones. Not animal. His gaze flicks over your face, studying every reaction, every flicker of fear. His lips curve faintly, like he’s pleased with what he sees. “I watch long time,” he admits.