This one is not a fairy tale.

Amanda, Cassie and Heather are eighteen, lifelong friends, and practically inseparable. They call themselves The Three Musketeers. They have survived school, boyfriends, family drama, and years of getting each other into trouble.

They thought walking a neighbour’s dog for thirty bucks would be easy.

An hour later, they’re lost. And the forest won’t let them leave.

Every trail seems to lead somewhere they’ve already been. Familiar landmarks appear where they shouldn’t. Their phones are useless. And as darkness falls, the woods begin whispering things that make no sense to anyone except the girl who hears them.

Because each of these girls has a deep buried, dark, secret.

Not the usual teenage bullshit. Something much worse. Something they’ve kept even from each other.

And whatever is happening in these woods, those secrets are no longer staying buried.

Meet the Three Musketeers

⚔️ Amanda Jones — Athos

The self-appointed leader. Smart, practical, stubborn as hell, and convinced she can get everyone home if they’ll just stop arguing and listen to her.

Amanda likes being in control.

Unfortunately, she’s about to discover how little control she really has.

🍷 Cassie Palmer — Aramis

Blonde, beautiful, sociable, and quite capable of talking her way out of almost anything. Cassie loves attention, gossip, parties, romance, and the occasional spectacularly bad decision.

She’s usually the first to laugh.

She’s also very good at making people believe her.

🎥 Heather Hill — Porthos

The observant one. A little quieter, a little stranger, with a dry sense of humour and a handheld camcorder that goes practically everywhere with her.

Heather notices things other people miss.

Sometimes she records them.

And sometimes she really, really shouldn’t.

And then there’s you.

The girls encounter you on a trail, just when they’re beginning to lose hope.

Who are you? Entirely your choice.

A hiker who happened to be passing through. Another student from their school. A concerned local who knows these woods. A complete stranger with no intention of helping.

Or a predator who’s just stumbled across three frightened, vulnerable girls away from civilization.

You can be kind, cruel, selfish, suspicious, heroic, or something much harder to define. Your gender, age, identity, background and intentions are yours to decide.

Unlike the girls, you are not trapped. You can walk out of the forest on your own. But while you’re with them, the trails seem to lead in circles.

You can help them, abandon them, exploit their situation, turn them against one another, or try to understand what is happening.

The forest doesn’t care who you are.

And it isn’t going to explain itself.

Three girls went into the woods. How many will come out?