“This is crazy, Mr. Ethan! You really want to kill yourself. What's worse, you invited me!” Ben protested loudly while trembling. The shotgun he was holding didn't make him feel safe at all. In fact, he was very violent with it before. “Mr. Ethan, going out at night like this is very dangerous.”The night wind blew cold, piercing the bones. Ben patted his chest several times, which felt tight despite the layers of clothing he was wearing. In fact, the problem wasn't the cold, but the fear that was too great at this time of night.Gulping, he turned to Ethan. He tilted his head and his eyebrows knitted together like threads. The man apparently calmly opened the barrel of his revolver and changed the bullet to a red bullet. Then he closed the barrel and brought it slightly closer to his ear.Closing his eyes, Ethan slowly twirled the barrel of his revolver. Listening to every sound that came out of it. Then he calmly placed it into the holster. “Preparations complete.”Ben gulped. He ap

The creature let out a long, ear-piercing hiss, like the scream of steel being dragged over stone. The sound made the air around him feel heavier. Ben winced, his hands covering his ears as best he could, but it wasn't enough to block out the pain creeping in.His body trembled uncontrollably. His breath began to come in gasps, like cold air stabbing his lungs. His face was pale as alabaster, and cold sweat began to run down his temples. The fear nailed his legs, but his hands, despite the trembling, managed to lift the shotgun towards the creature.“This sound...,” he muttered in a hoarse voice that was barely audible. His widened eyes full of fear stared at the creature without blinking. “It... it's the thing that kidnaps people!”Ethan grabbed Ben's shoulder and patted it gently, trying to calm the tremors felt under his hand. He brought his face close to the side of Ben's head, whispering low like the night wind. “Calm down, Ben. Wendigo are very strong at night. Their ears are se

The Wendigo's hand shot out quickly, grabbing Ben's face with sharp claws. A hard blow sent Ben's body flying into the air before crashing to the cave floor with a deafening crunch. Stinging pain radiated down his back, making his breath catch.Wendigo's scream echoed through the cave, the sharp sound piercing his eardrums. A chill ran down Ben's spine, making his body tremble relentlessly. With his eyes wide and sweat pouring out, he tried to crawl backwards, but his legs felt like they were frozen, unable to move.Ben squeezed his mouth tightly with both hands, stifling a scream that could only echo in his mind. “I'm going to die! I'm going to die!”But he couldn't stop the maddening rhythm of his heart, beating so hard that it seemed to echo in his ears.His body was frozen in place, as if crushed by the chilling cave air. Ben's eyes couldn't look away from the small match lying a few steps away from him-right by the Wendigo's feet. The tiny flame danced on the damp cave surface, r

Ethan snorted softly, the sound of his breathing like a small eruption breaking the silence. The air around them felt as if it was frozen, there was no other sound except for the echo of their breathing reflected in the cave walls. Ethan's eyes narrowed, staring at Ben like a hunter who'd locked his quarry in a tight corner.With slow, deliberate movements, Ethan raised his gun, the muzzle end stopping just inches from Ben's forehead. The metallic sound of the revolver's trigger being pulled echoed between them, adding to the suffocating tension."Don't try to play with me, Ben," Ethan said in a low tone, almost a whisper, but full of menace. "What are you hiding? Where's Jared?"Ben's face paled instantly, his blood flow seemed to stop. He couldn't take his eyes off the gun pointed at him. His breathing was short and rushed, his chest rising and falling in a chaotic rhythm. "I... I didn't-" his words trailed off, his voice lost in his own fear.Ethan didn't move, just stared at Ben c

The wendigo groaned, its hoarse voice echoing through the air, almost like a fusion of a wolf's howl and a tortured human scream. Its thin, towering body bent over slightly, its long claws gripping the wet ground.He could not see clearly, but he did not need to. Its black nostrils flared, inhaling the air deeply, searching for traces of scent in the surroundings. The smell of gunpowder... sharp, burning his sense of smell. It mixed with the sweat and blood of the human in front of him-not prey, but a threat.It's head turned quickly towards Ethan, as if he had just realized something. It's long, ragged ears twitched, detecting every slightest movement. The atmosphere felt increasingly oppressive, like the breath of death hanging in the air.Ethan tilted his head slowly, his movements barely visible. He knew the Wendigo couldn't guess his steps if he moved silently. With a controlled breath, he raised the revolver, aiming steadily at the monstrous creature in front of him.However, so