Twilight shone brighter than ever, illuminating the woods and mountains with an eerie glow. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold, silvery light over everything, but there was something strange about the woods that night. It was unnaturally still—too still. Not a single sound of insects, no rustling of leaves in the breeze, no chirps of birds disturbed the silence. It was as if even the tiniest creatures sensed the horror that was passing through the forest, running for their lives.
The silence was oppressive, thick, as if the world itself were holding its breath. There was nothing—nothing—alive in those woods. It felt wrong, like a simulation, a hollow imitation of reality. You could almost believe that at any moment, someone might shout "logout!" and you'd wake up. You'd be back at home, where your mother was preparing dinner, where your father was late from work again, where everything was safe and familiar. A simple, happy family life—wasn't that the dream? The happiness you took for granted?
But don't be naive. The more you let yourself think of safety, the more you relax, the more you feel relief... that's when it strikes. Like Murphy's Law, like some cruel trick of fate. Blink just once in relief, and the world will remind you of its true nature—the horror lurking beneath the surface, waiting for you to let your guard down. It's the twisted nature of the world, of the one who writes this abomination.
Then came the sound. First, it was the soft crunch of leaves, like the gentle stir of something far away. But it grew. A rustling. A rush. The dry leaves on the forest floor were being trampled, crushed underfoot as something—no, many things—moved through the trees. Fast. Urgent.
It started with just one set of footsteps, then two, and soon after, the sound grew into a cacophony—a whole group of people running through the woods. Their feet hit the ground with desperate urgency, crunching the leaves with every frantic step.
It was a group of young girls, their bodies battered and bruised, their clothes torn and ragged. They were haggard, eyes wide with exhaustion and fear. They ran like their lives depended on it because they did. They weren't just running from the woods, from the darkness. They were running from something far worse, something unspeakable.
There was no time for fear of the woods, of the monsters that their parents had told them about in bedtime stories—the horrors of the night. None of that mattered anymore. Whatever was out there in the woods paled in comparison to what they were running from. Even if the Grim Reaper himself appeared in front of them, scythe in hand, they wouldn't flinch. Not now. Not after what they had been through.
In their minds, there was only one figure they clung to, one silhouette they followed through the twisted paths of the forest: the large, hulking form of the beast leading them. Rade. The monster. The werewolf. In any other world, they would have run from him, too. But now? Now, he was their last hope. The last straw they were clinging to, desperately, as if he were the thin thread between life and the abyss.
They followed him blindly, stumbling through the woods, their feet numb, their bodies screaming for rest, but their minds too afraid to stop. The deeper they went into the forest, the more their lungs burned, the more their legs screamed in pain, but no one dared complain. No one dared slow down. They would rather die running than spend one more second in the hell they had left behind.
Even Sophia, with her tiny feet and delicate frame, kept running. Her breath was ragged, her legs wobbled under her, but still, she ran. No one complained—not even the youngest among them. They didn't have the luxury of complaining. Every step was a step away from the evil that lurked in the shadows, a step closer to freedom, no matter how far away it seemed. Even if they had to die from exhaustion in the middle of the forest, torn apart by the beasts of the night, it was better than staying one more minute in that prison.
They ran and ran and ran. The exhaustion was visible on their faces—every girl, bruised and battered, pushed to their very limits. Even Rade, the mighty beast leading them, was beginning to feel the strain. His breaths came heavier, his muscles ached from the constant running, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. Not when they had come so far.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the forest opened up into a clearing. The girls stumbled out of the dense trees, panting, gasping for air. There, in the center of the clearing, stood a small hut—a simple house, nestled in the middle of nowhere. No trees surrounded it, just an open space, illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon.
The hut was lit, a faint light shining from the windows. Smoke curled from the chimney, rising into the cold night air. It was warm, inviting, but in this place, that warmth was unnatural. It didn't make sense. How could something so comforting, so homely, exist in the middle of this nightmare?
It was a sight that triggered something deep inside them—a flicker of hope, a momentary glimpse of relief. But as they stood there, panting and heaving, none of them dared approach the house. The eerie calmness of the woods still lingered. They had seen too much to believe that anything in this world could be safe.
Some of the girls collapsed to the ground, their bodies giving out now that the adrenaline had faded. Their legs gave up on them, and they crumpled like ragdolls, unable to take another step. They were sore, battered, and bruised, but the worst part was the fear—the terror that gripped them, telling them that if they let their guard down for even a second, something worse would happen.
Sophia leaned against Rade's large frame, her tiny body trembling from exhaustion. "Big brother... I don't think I can walk anymore," she whispered between ragged breaths.
MC hovered above them, watching the scene unfold, his arms crossed. He was just as hesitant to approach the hut, though he didn't know why. The house looked safe enough, but something about it felt... off. For a brief moment, he felt like he was a part of this world, a part of the fear that gripped them. But then he remembered.
"Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking? WTF!! Why the fuck I'm scared. It's not like I'm also part of this reality, for fuck's sake!" he muttered to himself, shaking off the unease.
With that, MC floated toward the hut, moving around it cautiously like he was on some scouting mission. He checked every side, looking for something—anything—that could explain the strange aura surrounding the place. The lanterns inside cast a warm, golden glow, but outside, everything remained eerily calm.
As he floated around the back, he spotted something—a grave. A single grave, with a simple white flower placed at the headstone. It was the same type of flower Rade had placed in the hands of his dead sister before burying her. A chill ran down MC's spine. It was a strange coincidence, but there was nothing else out of the ordinary. No hidden traps, no dark secrets—just a small, humble grave, and the scent of food wafting from the house.
"creepy ," MC mumbled, but he shrugged it off. After watching from the outside for a while, he decided not to venture inside. For some reason, even though he never missed a chance to intrude on people's privacy, he hesitated this time. Something deep inside him told him not to.
He floated back to the group, hovering above them with a small sigh of relief. "I don't think there's anything to worry ," he muttered, watching the others as they struggled to catch their breath.
Rade, still panting heavily, glanced at the hut, then at the others. He stepped forward, ready to check the house himself, but just as he was about to move, Sophia grabbed his hand.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with concern. Her wide, glowing eyes stared up at him, searching his face for reassurance. She was scared—not of him, but of what might lie ahead.
Rade's eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance, though not at her. There was something in his chest—a feeling he didn't quite understand. But as Sophia's small, soft hand held his, something shifted in him. Slowly, he nodded, his voice low but steady. "Yeah," he muttered. "Let's take a look ."
With Sophia by his side and the other girls behind him, Rade took slow, cautious steps toward the hut. The moonlight cast long shadows on the ground as they approached, the warm glow from the house a stark contrast to the cold, eerie woods they had just escaped.
MC hovered above, watching closely, his curiosity piqued. "Here we go..." he whispered to himself, unsure of what they would find inside.
Each step toward the house felt heavier than the last. Every breath they took was labored, not just from exhaustion, but from the tension that gripped them. It was the survival instinct, the primal fear that something was waiting for them inside. Something they couldn't see, but could feel.
The group, led by Rade, slowly approached the house. Every step they took was deliberate, slow, as if any sudden movement would break the eerie calm that blanketed the forest. The twilight was growing stronger now, the moonlight turning the woods into a silver-lit stage where shadows danced in the corners of their vision.
Nothing about the house seemed menacing, yet something felt deeply unsettling. Perhaps it was the contrast—the light and warmth in a place that had been nothing but cold and brutal. Rade's heavy steps crunched on the frosty ground.
But as Rade reached the door of the house, everything seemed to slow down. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath heavy and ragged. He reached for the door, his large claws hovering just above the handle.
The world around them held its breath. What lay behind that door?
Would it be safe? Or did they just run into another nightmare, another trap?, another hell?.
Rade hesitated for the briefest of moments, his hand trembling slightly before he gripped the handle tightly. The door creaked as he pushed it open, the warm glow of the house spilling out into the night.
And then, the door swung open wide...