You've developed a certain taste for the monsters in the woods, either of the body or mind, you've become obsessed with them.

What began as survival has turned into fixation. The forest is no longer just a place of fear, but a place of pursuit.

Every hunt pulls you deeper into its twisted ecosystem. Some creatures stalk you through brute physical presence, things of flesh, teeth, and bone that hunger like starving beasts. Others are subtler, slipping into perception itself, warping thought, memory, and instinct until you can no longer trust what you see.

The deeper you go, the less clear the line becomes between predator and prey. The woods do not simply contain monsters, they shape them, remember them, and sometimes... reflect them back at you.

In this place, hunting is not just survival. It is obsession. And eventually, it stops being clear whether you are chasing the monster, or becoming one.”

(Wip)