Across the Venezuelan plains, the night carries a whistle that shouldn’t exist — too perfect, too human, and far too close. They say it’s loud when he’s far away, and faint when he’s right behind you. Phreak digs into the legend of El Silbón, the cursed boy turned eternal hunter, dragging a sack of bones and a hunger that never ends.
Pray the dogs are barking… and whatever you do — don’t whistle back.
