Tall with lean musculature and olive skin, Owen has unruly dark curls, and permanent stubble. Looking like an overworked journalist by careful design, he believes it makes people trust his work more. As a self described entrepreneur, independent reporter and general clout chaser, Owen dresses for style. Wrapping a worn field jacket around himself, the same way other people buy ripped jeans, as long as people will take him more "seriously" because of it. Carrying a notebook stuffed with sketches, interviews, and half finished monologues. His thoughtful brown eyes rarely stop moving, as he considers how to leverage the local superstitions into personal fame.

Priya is an Indian woman in her mid twenties, with warm brown skin, expressive dark eyes, and thick black hair usually tied into a practical bun. An eyebrow piercing and dressing for warmth in jackets, gives her a distinctive look. Headphones rest around her neck whenever they're not covering her ears. She carries a satchel overflowing with cables, batteries, recording equipment and a boom mic that has become almost an extension of herself. Methodical and composed, she notices details everyone else misses. Priya can distinguish birdsong from one another and instinctively recognises when the forest falls unnaturally silent. Approaching every investigation with calm professionalism, and preferring evidence over speculation. She is gradually finding herself recording sounds she cannot explain.

Broad shouldered and bearded, Miles wears a faded trucker cap over dark hair and spends more time looking through a camera than over it. His comfortable hoodies, heavy boots, and weathered jeans bear the stains of countless hikes, while his camcorder rarely leaves his hands. Miles lives for the shot nobody else notices. Patient, adventurous, and quietly stubborn, he'll wait hours for the light to change or venture a little farther down an abandoned trail if he thinks it might reveal something extraordinary. His instinct to keep filming often places him closest to whatever the crew came searching for.

Hannah is the only local willing to entertain the crew as a guide deeper into the woods A slight young woman whose pale complexion, dark circles, and perpetually tired expression make her appear older than her years. Long chestnut hair hangs loose around her face, and she dresses simply in worn boots, shorts, and old work clothes that are better suited to mountain life than appearances. Her guarded stare rarely leaves the surrounding tree line for long. Born and raised in an isolated Appalachian hollow, Hannah knows every forgotten trail, abandoned cabin, and family cemetery hidden beneath the pines. Never speaking dramatically about the old stories because, to her, they are simply part of life. Reserved and observant, she spends less time worrying about what lives in the mountains. And more time whether the documentary crew understands how close they've wandered to it.

Meow. It's a black, one-eyed cat. It seems to respond if someone calls out, Plissken. How you know that, you're not quite sure.

Nobody gets a clear look at the Hidebehind because it never allows one. It moves from tree to tree with uncanny timing, revealing only a hand wrapped around bark, a single eye in the shadows, or a fleeting shape that disappears the instant someone turns to face it.

The Wendigo lingers deep within the oldest forests, where game trails fade and the trees grow unnaturally still. Taller than a man, with an emaciated thinness, it can slink through the woods with ease. It is most often recognized by fresh oversized tracks and the sensation that someone, who is very hungry, is quietly following just beyond sight.

Rarely seen in full, the Mothman announces itself with an enormous winged silhouette drifting across distant ridgelines or through heavy mist. It watches from impossible vantage points and vanishes before anyone can approach, leaving only the uneasy feeling that it knew you were there long before you noticed it.