When the Hunt Begins

Previously

…Robin gently touched my arm. “Let’s be quiet, Alex. As quiet as we can.” I nodded. The carvings seemed to stare back at us, silent witnesses to our desperate decision. The air in the lodge felt heavy, charged with anticipation. We had chosen a path, but the true nature of the hunt, and the entity that orchestrated it, remained a terrifying mystery. As we turned to leave the decaying sanctuary of the lodge, the oppressive silence of the woods seemed to press in on us, no longer just the absence of sound, but a palpable, waiting entity, ready to claim its prey. The path on the wall, a thin line of hope, now felt like the beginning of a gauntlet, and the true hunt was about to commence.