When the Hunt Begins

Previously

…As we prepared to leave the relative safety of the hunter’s lodge, the weight of our decision settled upon us. The fog still churned outside, an impenetrable wall of white. We had chosen a path, a known unknown. The hunter’s lodge, with its unsettling secrets, faded behind us as we stepped back into the oppressive, unnatural gloom. The map, clutched tightly in Robin’s hand, was our guide, our only hope, and a chilling testament to the terrifying entity that now knew we were in its woods. The hunt had, in a way, already begun.