Beneath the windswept skies of North Devon, a legend stalks the misty moorland. Locals call it The Beast of Exmoor— Real myth or genetically modified ? Predator or phantom? One thing is certain: Something out there watches from the dark… and it’s been watching for a long time.
Because from behind Asha’s door came a sound.
Not a scream. Not words.
A hum. Mechanical. Modulated.
Like someone trying to remember how to be human.
Or worse—someone who never was.
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