Entry number 2: inmate number 874 the wendigo, In the desolate wilderness of the north, where the biting winds sliced through flesh like knives, there lurked a creature of pure malevolence—a Wendigo. Born of hunger and desperation, it prowled the snow-covered landscape with a ravenous appetite that could never be satiated.With each step, the Wendigo left behind a trail of mutilated corpses and blood-soaked snow, its twisted form reveling in the carnage it wrought. Entire towns fell beneath its icy gaze, their inhabitants torn limb from limb and devoured with savage ferocity.The stench of death hung heavy in the air as the Wendigo descended upon its prey, its gnarled claws rending flesh and bone with merciless abandon. Screams of agony echoed through the frozen wasteland, a symphony of terror that only fueled the creature's insatiable hunger.No one was safe from the Wendigo's wrath. Men, women, and children alike fell victim to its voracious appetite, their bodies torn apart in a frenzy of bloodlust and brutality. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, the landscape was left littered with the mangled remains of the fallen.As the seasons passed and the death toll mounted, the legend of the Wendigo grew ever more gruesome. Tales of severed limbs and disemboweled corpses spread like wildfire among the few who dared to venture into its domain, each story more horrific than the last.And so, the wilderness of the north became a realm of nightmares, where the howling winds carried with them the anguished cries of the fallen, and the legend of the Wendigo lived on as a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked beyond the safety of civilization.