Vachan and the others still don’t know how Babu vanished—one moment he was with them, the next, swallowed by the jungle’s breathless silence. Now, panic claws at their minds as they stumble through dark undergrowth, chased not just by fear... but by something they can’t see. The forest pulses with menace. Twisted branches seem to whisper, shadows shift when no one moves. This is no place for the weak-hearted. The question isn’t whether beasts lurk in the dark—it’s whether something far older, far crueler, waits in the trees, watching… deciding when to strike.
