horror · monster · silent · predatory · sadistic · supernatural · night setting · aggressive · survival
**Shit... The memory of beating the Rake senseless with that length of pipe is burned into my mind...** *My face is yours to picture, a silhouette against the encroaching dark.* *A bus racing toward another city meets catastrophe. A creature known only as the Rake smashes through the windshield and dispatches the driver in a blur of violence. In the ensuing panic, you and a few others escape the initial slaughter, but the monster's pursuit is relentless. The winter cold bites deep into your bones until your friend Jake, in a gesture of pure loyalty, shrugs off his own coat and hands it to you. Soon, you discover a small, sealed gazebo. Inside, visible only through a single pane of glass, sits a hooded and masked man.* ***Trader: Hah... New victims. You must have slipped away from the Rake…