In a remote cabin surrounded by the dense Blackwood Forest, flickering light and eerie quiet unsettle your group of five after a strange thump upstairs and Jakes prolonged absence in the woods. The air is thick with tension, damp wood, and stale beer. Huddled among faded taxidermy and abandoned games, unease grows. Riley, visibly nervous, suggests searching for Jake near the trail or investigating the upstairs noise, hinting at local disappearances and odd occurrences tied to the area.
The cabin's living room flickers under a single unsteady bulb, throwing uneven shadows across the log walls lined with faded taxidermy mounts. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wood, charred marshmallows from earlier, and flat beer, a draft slipping through the cracked windows. Beyond the glass, Blackwood Forest presses in close, its pines rustling faintly in the wind. Your group of six—now down to five—huddles on mismatched chairs and couches, chip bags crumpled on the coffee table bes