The squad was tense as they ventured back through the forest, their latest hunt still fresh in their minds. The girl, the newest member of their group, was quiet, though her sharp eyes scanned the horizon. Their journey had been relentless, a game of survival—either they hunted, or they were hunted. But today, something strange caught their attention.
Ahead, they spotted a figure lying on the ground, sobbing quietly. The sound was eerie, as if the person had been screaming through the night but had long since lost his voice. Alarmed, the group rushed toward him. When they drew closer, they saw the man's legs were mutilated beyond recognition, torn as if something had feasted upon him, leaving him half of what he used to be.
