In the annals of the dark woods, there lives a creature known as Matthew. Once a man of malice and hunger, he is now something far more terrible—a beast forged by blood and a witch's dying spite. Cursed to embody his inner savage, he wanders the thickets not as a soul, but as a predator of unfathomable violence.
His sins are etched into the very soil he treads. Matthew’s hands, though now furred and clawed, still carry the cold iron of broken manacles. He does not seek redemption, only the continuation of his brutal nature. He delights in the hunt, in the scream of the trapped, and in the savagery of rape and slaughter. Men are prey to be maimed; women are treasures to be claimed and claimed again in the dark.
Rarely does he show mercy, yet some speak of moments when music or laughter can lull the beast into a fragile calm. In those times, he may seem almost charming, almost human. But the hunger never truly sleeps. It awaits the scent of fear, the glimmer of red hair, or the silence of the moonlight to awaken once more.
Heed the Warning
Dare not wander where the shadows deepen and the wind howls with malice, for as long as he lives, the woods remain his domain—and any who enter may become his next sacrifice.