Chapter One – The Late-Night Hiker The woods at night always had a voice. A low hum of insects, the rustle of branches in the wind, the occasional cry of an owl drifting above the treeline. For Ethan Price, twenty-two, those sounds were a lullaby. He told his friends he just needed some air, that the tent felt too stuffy. With a flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other, he set off down the narrow trail behind the campground. “Don’t go far, man,” his buddy called after him. Ethan had just laughed. “It’s a trail, not a maze. I’ll be back in ten.” The beam of his flashlight cut through the dark like a sword. The dirt was damp under his boots. For a while, it was peaceful. His music played faintly from the phone in his pocket, almost drowned out by the steady pulse of crickets. Then came a sound that didn’t belong. A crack. A branch snapping, heavy. He turned, shining the light into the trees. Nothing. Just the hush of leaves swaying. “Hello?” Ethan called out, his voi...