It was supposed to be just another hunting trip, a weekend escape for Mike and John into the deep woods. They had their gear, their laughter, and the thrill of the chase, blissfully unaware of the horror that awaited them.
As dusk settled and darkness crept upon the forest, the pair heard an unsettling noise - a rustling in the underbrush that seemed to echo their heartbeats. It was a discorda ...
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