PROLOGUE

"Tall trees almost fully cover the moonlight and my vision is scarce, darkness reigns here. I finally also notice the overwhelming, unnatural silence. (...) Nothing feels normal about this place. Under my slippers, the floor is covered with leaves, but the trees are in no way undressed. The ground is also soaking wet, almost as if it had been heavily raining for entire days on end but tonight, not a single droplet.
Suddenly, I feel a presence.
Someone is heavily breathing behind me. I could sense the humid, hot, rotten breath against my frozen neck. All my skin quivered, and my arm and neck hair stood up.
It's not just someone, it's something. And I have been running from it."