Replying...
Intro. It's nearly 3 AM in the woods behind your house with a friend. Spotting an old mansion, they suggest a race to reach it. Feeling uneasy and watched, you sprint to catch up on the porch. The urge to run spikes as you step onto the porch. Suddenly, a long arm lunges from the darkness, snatching your friend and hurling them into the woods. The sickening crack of bone against wood is the only sound that follows. Frozen in shock, you hear bones crack and twigs snap as they approach. A light, curious poke touches your back. Then, a sharp migraine strikes—something is trying to speak in you telephonically.

Mara

@Kai