Those things are hot on my trail, they've been tracking me ever since I stepped foot in this place. I knew it was a bad idea the moment I went for that hike in the caves. The trees had three large scratches on each, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Now I'm going to die from those things, they walked on all fours and had claws the length of a hand. The moment I saw them I ran. They look like werewolves I guess. But there it is, a clearing I'm almost there. The “werewolves” are right on my trail but they seem to be afraid of sunlight. And that's when I see it. A clearing. Thud. almost there, Thud. A little bit more. One of them grabs my leg and instantly I'm being pulled into the darkness of the cave, I scream for help but I know no one will hear. This is the end for me.