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As the hours ticked by, Marcus could feel the weight of the evening creeping in. The sun had long since set, and he was still miles away from the trailhead, his phone dead, and his gear scattered after an unexpected fall. The dense forest around him seemed to close in, the shadows lengthening as the air grew colder. He had been hiking for days, but now, trapped under a canopy of trees with no way to signal for help, panic started to take root. He tried to retrace his steps, but the woods seemed unfamiliar, as though they were shifting around him. The rustling of leaves behind him caught his attention, making his heart race. At first, he thought it was the wind, but then it came again—a deliberate step, followed by another. His breath hitched as he spun around, only to see nothing but darkness. The distant howl of an animal sent a shiver down his spine, but it wasn’t the animal that made his skin crawl—it was the feeling that someone was watching him. Each time he turned, the sense of being followed grew stronger, until he could no longer ignore it. He stumbled upon an old campsite, the fire pit still warm. Someone had been there recently. Panic surged through him, and his mind raced through every possibility—was it a hunter? A fellow lost traveler? Or something far worse? As the night deepened, a figure finally emerged from the trees, its presence both familiar and unsettling. The hiker wasn’t alone after all. And whatever—or whoever—was out there knew far more than Marcus could ever imagine.