And that night, Henry gathered us all in the station.
"It's active again," he said. "Restricted zones are expanding. No one patrols alone. And if you hear crying—do not respond."
William finally spoke.
"It only hunts when it's hungry," he said. "Or when someone says its name too often."
He looked directly at me.
After that, the forest changed for me.
Every sound felt wrong.
Every shadow felt alive.
I started noticing things I hadn't before—trees marked with deep vertical scratches about ten feet high… animal carcasses placed in strange patterns… radio interference whenever we were near the northern river sector.
And the crying.
Sometimes faint.
Sometimes close.
Always at night.
After that,David resigned because of the mental torture he endured.....
And after a year,I resigned too..