The haunting lament of the fallen wendigo rings in my ears, a melancholy, otherworldly song that sends shivers down my spine. As I stand in the eerie calm of Charming's woodland, my heart races, its dark heart seemingly holding its secrets close, like a well-guarded treasure trove of ancient mysteries. The idea that these horrible monsters were once humans imposes a crushing load on my psyche, threatening to consume me.
"What exactly have I done?" I exhale, my voice shaking with terror and sadness. I hold my chest as if seeking solace in the misty and cold air that hangs like a veil, a chilling reminder of the gory struggle that has just taken place in front of us. I can't help but cringe as the coppery aroma of blood lingers in the air.
Shiloah exchanges an apprehensive glance with Erwe
