There is a beast in the forest. A shattered remnant of what it once was. If you wander, it will find you. If you see it, it will scar you. If it sees you, it will kill you. ...or so the legend goes. Just a tale to keep children from straying too far from the village. Just a myth. It doesn't exist, it can't exist. Anyone logical enough would know. There is nothing in the woods. That rustling is just the leaves. That creak is just the wood. That screech is just a bird. That stain is just a berry. That white is just a stone. That feeling is just the bushes. Closing in. The sharpness is just a branch. A misstep. Don't worry. It's safe. It's safe. It's safe. That's what you think. It's safe. It's SAFE. IT'S SAFE. It's not safe.
