~RAVEN~
The forest looked like it had been born from a nightmare.
Trees hunched close together, twisted and dark, their branches clutching at the sky like hands.
The deeper I drove, the thinner the road became until it turned to gravel, then to dirt, then to something that barely deserved to be called a path.
The sign at the fork was barely legible — BLACKTHORN HOLLOW.
Figures.
Even the name sounded cursed.
By the time I parked, the world had gone silent. No birds, no wind, just the faint hum of my engine cooling down and the crunch of my boots on dead leaves.
And then I saw it.
The cabin.
If you could even call it that.
It leaned to one side, the roof sagging, smoke curling lazily from a crooked chimney.
Animal bones hung from the porch like decorations — deer skulls, feathe
