《=|His Grave|=|NamJinHope|=》
《=|Wendigo|=》

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Hoseok sits outside by his porch, his dog laying by his side as he stares out over the rows of houses a little further ahead into the village.

He lives at the edge of the large forest. No one dares to go in deep.

Neither does Hoseok.

There is a curse on this village, later discovered. Those who stay here, won't be able to leave.

There are so many who've tried. But they all died before escaping.

Truck drivers suddenly become drunk, having no control and hitting the escaping person.

A cat comes by and claws them to death, or a dog who rips them apart. Sometimes even crows just pick at them until they die.

But most times... when they do escape and they step on the one road you need to get away from this cursed village, even when the road is clear, they suddenly get hit by a car which turns around in an instant, as if he forgot his way, not even realizing he hit someone.

Hoseok tried to escape as well with his parents.

He was the lucky one.

There are some people who have ventured into the woods. Children mostly. They came back and screamed and cried of a beast that stared at them, it wouldn't move.

As they described it, it was a tall, scary beast, with a deer skeleton for a skull with large antlers, tangled scrappy bits of fur placed on its body here and there. It was skinny, and there was no doubt you could see its bones through the thin layer of skin and fur.

It had bright glowing eyes through the skull, the only thing visible the shine of yellow before it turned a deep gold. It scraped its claws along the ground before talking to them.

But out of fear when the being stepped out of its hiding spot, they ran away.

This being was called a Wendigo. The story the children told was such disbelief that no one believed it, but after adults coming back with the same story, they decided to give it a name based on a look-alike legend.

Hoseok thinks the Wendigo may have placed a curse on this town. That it knows who wants to leave and why. Which way they will go.

Hoseok ventured the woods as well, and he saw the beast with his own eyes. But it was dark, and all he saw was the silhouette. The shadow and glow in his eyes, until suddenly it disappeared.

But he heard a voice calling him after that. A voice that told him to follow.

He never did. He turned around and went back home.

He since has been keeping an eye on the forest. If he must die in this village, he'll die in his house. Not by crows or trucks.

It's a sunny day. It's a summer day. He wears his father's old hat, drinking a glass of water to keep himself hydrated, watching the road and the people in the village center at the market stalls.

He frowns a little at the arriving truck. There must be another one escaping...

His frown deepens when the truck continues. On the hill. Stopping right at the house across from his.

The doors open, and out step three young adults. Two men and one woman.

"This is the place?"

"It looks like it."

"It does have a nice walking trail."

Hoseok scoffs a little. Nice. If you call nice death, sure.

The sound causes the oldest's head to turn.

The man smiles and waves at him, calling a "good morning".

Hoseok nods, returning his words.

"Did you three buy the house?" Hoseok asks, coming over to the truck.

The oldest nods. "We did! It was time to start over."

Hoseok nods. "Are you... well-known with this town?"

"Not at all."

"Do you know the curse?"

The oldest frowns as the other two go inside the house.

"What curse?"

Hoseok looks up at him. "Once you settle here you will never be able to leave. Those who try die in mysterious ways. Make a wise choice and leave now that you can before the Wendigo gets to you. Stay away from the forest."

The man raises one of his brows before chuckling a bit. "Is this entire town believing of a Wendigo? They don't exist you know. A myth!"

"Just you wait." Hoseok grumbles. "I'm warning you now. If you do decide to live here... You're free to come over any time."

The man smiles. "Thanks. My name is Namjoon. Those are my siblings, Hwansae and Jaehee."

Hoseok bows shortly. "Hoseok."

"You wanna come in for a cup?"

"No, thanks. Think about what I said." Hoseok shakes his head, waving him goodbye and going back across to his own home.

Namjoon looks after him, frowning a little. His younger brother comes back out of the house, calling his name.

"Joon. Wanna tell me what all that was about?"

"Our neighbor came by." Namjoon mumbles. "He said something about a curse."

"Don't be stupid." Jaehee giggles. "Curses don't exist!"

Namjoon nods and bites his lip, looking back. "Yeah..."

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Hoseok shakes his head a little to himself, watching as after a week, the last few furniture items are carried inside.

Namjoon keeps looking at him. He hasn't forgotten.

He looks at his sister. "Jaehee, can you carry this in for me? I need to talk to our neighbor for a bit."

Jaehee whines a little but nods.

Namjoon thanks her before crossing the road to Hoseok. The older raises one of his brows and smiles.

"Morning."

"Good morning." Namjoon greets him. "I've seen you looking... rather disappointed at us."

"I did warn you." Hoseok shrugs. "Just know this is your place for life. You won't be able to go to the city. Just the tiny towns centre here. Our fields, tiny shops, and tiny homes, are the only things we have. This curse is not a joke."

Namjoon sighs a little. "I can't believe it like that... Us city people, you know, we grew up a specific way. Every since we decided to live on our own. We don't believe in a God or a saint. And I don't want to be rude, but... the curse seems a little... weird?"

He rubs the back of his neck as Hoseok frowns.

"Believe it. You can ask around. We will all tell the same story. If you believe I'm mad, it's fine too. Tell your siblings I said this. Don't go too far into the forest. If you see something or someone, immediately turn back and don't look at it. Never look at it."

Namjoon nods. "I'll remember it. But until where should I go? I do like to take my morning hikes."

Hoseok smiles at him. "Let me go with you tomorrow. I need the exercise."

Namjoon returns the smile. "I'd like that."

Hoseok chuckles and waves him off, sending him back to fill in the house.

And from the far distance in the dark forest, a beast can smell their fear.

The fear of children. The fear of adults.

Another pair... another prey. A new bag of flesh for it to devour. It's getting lonely. It knows. It roams around the cemetary, abandoned millenials ago.

It can see, feel, and eat the souls of those dead people and animals still buried there. Those have no idea they're dead.

They see what they want to see.

Unlike this entity.

It feeds off suffering. But the taste is always bitter. That's why it found a new way to feed. It's existed for thousands, maybe hundreds of years.

Even the entity itself was once part of humanity. It was disappointing. That's all it remembers.

The entertainment of roaming for years in a forest it can't escape out of, is nothing more than the village that was built in the early eighteen hundreds.

It once showed its face. Its human face.

But that never separated it from its undead body. Its tall, skinny, wickedly boney body, covered in short yet medium lengthed fur, tangled and rough to the touch, with long terrifying claws.

It has legs like those a werewolf could have. Long, skinny legs, walking on its toes with sharp nails that constantly dig themselves into the dirt whenever it runs.

Its head was the main reason for the horror it caused.

The thing is... No one has seen its head. Just the strange deer skull, covering its head, antlers attached to it, with cold dead eye sockets, which would only at rare times show the golden glow from its true face.

Agony... and suffering.

It feels something just like it. Not far away. Near it. Nearing closer.

The smell of new human flesh has always been tempting. And not once has this being turned away or fought the desire.

It loves it.

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With every step, there is the sounds of fallen leaves that crack together, or the sound of a twig being snapped.

Namjoon has his hands in his pockets, listening to Hoseok's rant about the past of this old town. What interested him was the curse.

Those words Hoseok said to him the day before.

"You can ask around, but everyone will give the same answer."

No liar would tell people to ask around for facts. Unless they think that the other person thinks the same and is a liar.

Hoseok does not seem like that...

Hoseok seems honest and kind. Like someone truly wanting to help.

Namjoon notices Hoseok stopped talking, that he stopped moving. That he's holding Namjoon's sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.

Hoseok abruptly turns around and walks back to the town, without a word.

Namjoon snaps out of his trans and looks back at him, before looking back into the forest.

His eyes narrow at the silhouette in his vision. It's not very noticable, but definitely not avoidable.

The tall being, almost twice as tall as him, holds onto one of the trees, staring right at him. It's black body reveals nothing but the light sun shining on its skull face, revealing the dead white material.

And two, bright, golden eyes.

Namjoon suddenly feels dizzy, his mind hurts to think and his sight blurs a little.

In his vision, with every time he blinks, it seems as the being gets closer and closer.

Until a hand pulls him back and he loses balance, landing on the ground, seeing two golden eyes moving away and fading, before his eyes give out.

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Hoseok screams at Namjoon to move, watching with panic as the entity grows closer, threatening at Hoseok.

The human feels the fear, the intense instinct of running away.

But Hoseok grabs Namjoon and pulls him back before the being succeeds, and goes on to stand in front of the man, staring right into the Wendigo's eyes.

Its golden glow fades as with a loud shriek it runs away and flees, as Hoseok pants at the feeling of fear being lifted off of him.

He can feel his heart pounding, he can feels Namjoon's heartbeat pressed in his own. As if for a moment the two men were one.

But one, very weak, very slow, hard beating heart hit him. Just once, he felt his heart jumping up in pain, looking back at the being instinctively, an immediate reaction.

Back to where the Wendigo had fled.

That belonged to the creature.

All of their hearts beat as one. Just for those few crucial seconds, Hoseok felt the being inside of him.

It was pain, agony, suffering. Anger and hunger hit him all at once, eating him out. He felt like his sanity was draining away in a matter of seconds, before it finally faded.

But Namjoon was still unconscious. On the ground,his body sometimes twitched. A finger, his head, his entire body sometimes jerked.

Until he too released a deep breath...

That was all Hoseok had to know.

That Wendigo isn't some dead thing following them. It's alive. With a beating heart and instincts, hunger and emotion.

It is alive. And at that very moment, alone... looking for food to satisfy that hunger in its throat.

With a slight shake of his head, Hoseok lifts Namjoon's body into his arms, and slowly stumbles back home, thinking about what he saw, felt, and did.

He knows that for sure he'll be a victim now. The best he can do is greet it when it comes for him.

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After a few days, Namjoon is awake. He has never felt so... sick. He threw up a lot and was paler than a deadman.

Hoseok offered to take care of him to protect his siblings from whatever radiation or bacteria may have come onto his body from the beast they both saw and felt.

Hoseok told him what happened and Namjoon explained he felt it all.

The claw caressing his chest for that one second, their hearts beating as one, his mind being thrown away to places he couldn't imagine. That indescribably pain.

Neither of them knew what was going to happen to them.

But the thing both of them his from each other was their desire to return. To go back you the forest and meet that being.

But neither of them know why...

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Another few days had past. Namjoon felt fine again and returned home. But that same night he looks back at Hoseok's house. He notices all of the lights turned off.

It's late.

With a sigh, he tightens his coat around his neck and goes back into the forest.

The sounds are eery and echoing in the darkness and emptiness. Only a few owls can be heard every once in a while and Namjoon's deep breaths and steps.

He's gone far. Further than before where he passed out.

He's about to give up and just go back. Maybe the hunch wasn't all that eager to meet him as much as he wanted to discover it.

Until he turns, and is met with two bright golden eyes, staring down at him from only a few feet away.

Its claws are bared, its sharp teeth revealed.

He was about to be attacked...

Namjoon gulps when the Wendigo retreats its attack and just stands there, staring down at him.

But Namjoon only stares back at it. He doesn't run, nor scream.

"Follow me."

The Wendigo slowly walks past the human, feeling the shiver running his his spine when Namjoon nods slowly at his silent, growled command.

The human stays but a few feet behind him, never losing the dark tall being from his sight.

It turns behind a tree, stepping up on buried stone tiles, revealing its home.

A cemetery.

The Wendigo slowly looks back at him, pointing its long claw at a single, dusty, covered in dirt gravestone.

Namjoon looks up at it before kneeling down at the grave, shoving the dirt off of it.

It reveals a name, a date, and a broken, scratched out message.

The scratches were clearly the Wendigo's, deep scar marks running in the stone.

Namjoon reads the words aloud, before looking back at the being.

"Kim Seokjin... 1645 till 1662..."

He stands back up, looking up at the Wendigo, who silently stares back at him.

"Are you Kim Seokjin?"

The Wendigo nods before its dimmed eyes starts to glow again, baring its sharp teeth.

Namjoon lets out a loud scream at the sudden feeling. Sharp claws penetrated his skin, digging through his body.

Blood pools from his open wounds at the Wendigo's claws. He looks up at it, a long tongue flicking out over whatever was underneath the mask.

The teeth lunge closer, wrapping around his head.

Namjoon shuts his eyes tightly, but death never comes.

He hears the Wendigo shriek, as if its in pain. The claws immediately retreat from his body, a cold feeling running over him.

The cemetary was protecting him.

A cold, dead fog of screaming souls had created a wall around him, but this sight... this feeling. This... deadness.

It came with a consequence.

When the wounds healed, blood soaking back into his body, Namjoon feels his nerves tingle. It hurts him, agonizing pain, agonizing hunger.

When the fog fades away, having spend its last soul energy, the Wendigo tries to attack again.

But stopping itself this time. Through the skull, Namjoon sees a face. An animal face.

One with big eyes hesitant fur, tangled around, and a sharp wet nose.

This was a wolf under the mask.

But why did it stop itself? Namjoon doesn't know.

But the Wendigo scowls, huffs and growls before grabbing Namjoon by the back of his shirt, dragging him away by his neck.

Namjoon only stares at him. A smirk forms on his face.

"Kim Seokjin..." He chuckles. "I know what you are... I know what you did..."

The Wendigo stops, throwing the human away with incredible force, growling loudly at him.

"You have no idea what I've been through!" The entity shrieks before it flees away, turning to take one last look at the human before escaping.

He returns to cemetery.

Once again... it's lonely.

The souls have gone. Wasted their last energy on saving this human.

This human, who stared at him with glowing golden eyes, the moment they faded away.

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Namjoon huffs to himself, rubbing around his neck to ease the burn of where the Wendigo grabbed and held him.

Kim Seokjin. He was bluffing. He has no idea who he is. This strange sensation came over him to mock the being.

As a cunning beast. A thief.

He has urges now that he can't remember having before. Hunger, being the most annoying one.

He could eat a horse!

He enters the town again, the moon still high. He walks a little over the streets until a cat bumps his leg.

Namjoon looks at it, watching as it cowers from his gaze.

He growls at it. An animalistic, broken voiced growl. As he snatches it by its neck, stares down at it, and without thinking, snaps his jaw forward, biting into the nose and mouth, and digs through it until he feels the flesh and bones cracking under his teeth, feeling the threads of muscle bleeding on his tongue, blood pooling onto his hands and clothes.

The smell...

It's good...

The taste...

Even better.

Whatever had overcome Namjoon, he felt no reason to fight it. To reason with it.

He wanted it to fill him. That satisfaction of he hunger dying down, of his cravings being eased.

The taste of flesh was like normal meat. It was similar to pork. He could rip it off further now that the cat had no mouth to scream out at, but its claws ripped his skin, an annoying catty whine from its still working voice.

With that annoyance, Namjoon simply ended its life. Biting into its throat and ripping it out.

The sound of skin and flesh tearing, the bone cracking as it broke.

The Wendigo had watched with wide eyes at it from afar. What... did those spirits do?

°•●•°

Namjoon had taken a shower at a reasonable hour, cleaning himself off the blood he tried to lick off but couldn't reach. His clothes in the laundry basket all the way down so no one saw the crime he committed.

He felt alive. More alive than ever.

The taste of fur was less pleasant on his tongue, lingering there. Just a few strands he picked out every now and then.

He walks around the town center, smiling almost endlessly. He sees a little girl, calling out to people, a missing poster in her hands.

"Excuse me... sir?" The young girl holds up the poster.

Namjoon grins widely at it. It's the calico cat of last night.

"Have you seen Minnie?"

"I have." Namjoon grins. "I ate it."

The girl stops in shock at his words, processing it a little. Until she lets out a loud scream at the sight.

Those haunting golden eyes stare down at her, once again...

"M-MONSTER!!" She screams, tears running down her face as she points at Namjoon with trembling hands.

Namjoon's smile falls. "I was hungry. Am I a monster for eating when I'm hungry?"

The girl only cries harder, dropping her poster and running away.

Namjoon growls at her, turning away with his hands in his pockets before walking away as well, only to grab a bird on his way, ripping it to shreds with his teeth, the feeling of it being a lot easier than before.

And from afar, Hoseok stares with his mouth agape, eyes wide, as the blood drips from his fingers.

Did all that... happen from the heartbeats of yesterday?

Hoseok frowns a little and chases after him. Calling his name.

"Namjoon!"

But the younger turns his head a little, his bloodied lips twitching into a smirk as he goes back up the hill to their houses.

Hoseok curses to himself and rushes up, grabbing Namjoon by his shoulder.

"Namjoon! What the hell is wrong with you?! What did you do?!" Hoseok yells.

Namjoon scowls at him. "What is wrong with me?" He growls, scoffing a little, grabbing the older's wrist. "I ate a cat. I ate a bird! I don't know why!" Namjoon screams.

Hoseok flinches at the outburst.

"I went back last night! I walked the trail we walked! I went further! I saw the creature... It looked me dead in the eyes and it looked at me. It spoke to me... Hoseok. It told me to follow it. I did... I followed it and I don't know why..."

"You WHAT?!"

"I know! I'm stupid! I followed it! It took me to a cemetery... It gave me its name. It attacked me, almost killed me... It almost ate me. I could feel my life draining from me. But there was fog. It screamed. It seemed to hurt that creature. But my wounds healed..."

Namjoon touches his chest, the place where his wounds once had been. Hoseok stares at him with wide eyes.

"And... But... How?"

Namjoon shakes his head, unknowing why.

They move to Hoseok's house, where they sit down and Namjoon tells the rest.

How the Wendigo backed away, how he mocked him, how he was thrown away. How he kept growling...

Namjoon looks back at him. "Don't you feel it?" He mumbles. "This hunger... The pain..."

Hoseok shakes his head. "No. I don't. What's it like?"

"Suffocating." Namjoon sighs. "It's eating me alive. Whenever I eat normal food it never satisfies me. The flesh I ate... the blood I tasted. It eased everything. Whenever I ate something alive, I felt human again. Like something is wrong with me when I don't."

Hoseok grabs his hands. "Namjoon, be very honest with me. What did the Wendigo say to you?"

Namjoon releases a light growl. "When I mocked him... It screamed at me. It told me I don't know what its been through. It sounded hurt..."

Hoseok looks down. "I'm coming tonight."

"What?"

"I want to see this beast for myself--"

"It is not a beast." Namjoon snarls.

Hoseok nods slowly. "I see that now... Who was the Wendigo?"

"Its name is Kim Seokjin."

Thinking the name over slightly, Hoseok looks up at him. "I'm still coming. Whatever happened to you is exactly what we've feared our whole lives. If I also have it... We better hide ourselves for humanity's sake."

Namjoon nods agreeingly.

They say each other goodbye, before Namjoon goes back to his own house. The hunger grows again. It never leaves him alone.

Not even when the next morning, he almost feels his nails cutting his hands open, when he bites his lip multiple times with sharp teeth.

He knows he's no longer human. He has to get out as quickly as possible.

Namjoon goes for his last warm shower, only finding himself staring at his own body.

He's skinny. Boney almost. His clothes are starting to become baggy on him and yet too small. As if he's growing taller, but thinner in the process.

With it, his hunger burns at him. His body is begging for release. The taste of his own blood is no longer satisfying enough for him. Little bits of fur cover places of his body.

Even his tongue seems sharp...

He's ready to leave it all behind.

The moment he reaches for the doorknob, a hand stops him. His body is shaking with hunger at the scent of his sister.

No, no, no! Get away from me!

"Joon... I don't think you should go out anymore. People are starting to talk about us and not in a good way."

"You don't understand..." Namjoon mumbles in a shaky voice. "Please let me go... You don't understand... You don't understand..."

He grabs his head, the voices nagging him to eat. To taste.

"Joon, just stay inside for today. It cant be that--"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" Namjoon screams, roaring out an animalistic shriek, revealing his sharp teeth and bright glowing eyes.

He grabs his sister by her head, curling her ears with his sharp nails.

"You don't understand..."

His sister screams as Namjoon rips the limbs off of her body, blood starting to swell and pool around them as soon as Namjoon stabs her over and over in her throat, stomach, and chest.

His lips curl into a maniacal smile, his teeth ripping up parts of her body, his long nails clawing her body open, eating her body from the inside out.

Until all that is left is his brother staring down at him with fear. Trauma.

Namjoon only smirks at him.

"I'll save you..." He grins. "For another."

Namjoon slowly gets up on shaky legs, leaving the house to meet Hoseok's angry crossed arms.

"We need to have a serious talk." The older mumbles.

Namjoon only smiles at him with bloodied teeth.

Already the younger is towering over him, almost as tall as the creature they saw.

Hoseok slowly reaches out to touch his chest, gasping shortly when he feels the bones and skin underneath, small rougher parts decided on his body.

His face didn't look normal either. There were... complications. Bigger, yet smaller eyes that showed barely any pupil, a higher nose, and bigger ears.

"What happened to you...?" Hoseok asks softly.

Namjoon looks down at himself. "I think I finally know what this creature is." He grins.

"Tell me."

"Cannibalism."

"Elaborate."

"Think about it. I got hungry, I ate an alive being. It never ended my cravings anymore. But today, eating my sibling whole. It satisfied me. It brought me great pleasure to feel warm human flesh, still pulsing on my tongue."

Namjoon growls a little, pointing at the set of brick stairs.

Hoseok follows effortlessly.

"This being. Not only what Kim Seokjin has become, but what I have become, is a punishment."

Hoseok frowns a little. "What?"

"A punishment." Namjoon repeats. "Human desires are normal, but to take them to an unacceptable level can never go unpunished. Becoming this fearful creature, tortured by neverending hunger, is my punishment for giving in to my hunger. Even Kim Seokjin said I don't know what it's been through. I don't. But what I do know is that it is a form on cannibalism. Just like mine elaborated from trying to hold it at some points, I act different than it does."

Hoseok nods. "Interesting... So what you're saying is you both have been punished for the same thing in different ways. Kim Seokjin for perhaps a more direct or even more chained version of cannibalism, where as you held back but never actually tried to stop it."

Namjoon nods. "Precisely."

The moment the two go up into the cemetary, Hoseok feels a cry in his mind. But right there, standing by a familiar gravestone, stands the Wendigo they saw.

Kim Seokjin.

The being turns to them, but it seems shocked at the sight of Namjoon. Almost... happy.

"What happened?"

"Everyone is curious today." Namjoon grins. "I ate a human."

That only shocks Seokjin even more at it stares at Hoseok.

"And he?"

"He wanted to come. He watched me eat a bird, he listened to me. He learned. He could probably smell the scent of my sister right off me."

"Your sister..." Seokjin scoffs, bursting into maniacal laughter. "You ate your family?!"

Namjoon only gives him a wide smirk, baring his bloodied teeth.

But then Seokjin's gaze falls onto Hoseok. "So he's free for the taken?"

"What does that mean--"

Without even finishing his question, Hoseok cuts himself off, widening his eyes as Seokjin lunges for him.

But once again a shriek is heard.

Both Namjoon and Seokjin were pushed back by the single few souls creating just a light bit of fog.

Hoseok feels it.

Their hunger, their pain.

This is what Namjoon went through. It's not him who chose to do cannibalism.

These souls are  those who have done evil. They've shared with him what their influences are around the cemetary.

A cannibalistic punished prisoner.

Putting piece by piece together as the fog fades, Hoseok falls to his knees.

"You... This place..." Hoseok mumbles. "It's not just your home. You died here. Didn't you?"

Seokjin growls at him, but Hoseok returns a sharp one of his own.

"You died here, inflicted your sins onto the first human and lived forth. You are the sin itself."

Seokjin frowns, crossing its arms.

"Well, first of all, I'm not a sin. I'm still male. Second of all, that would probably be correct if I was the first."

"You... Aren't?"

Seokjin sighs. "I saw one like me years ago. I was killed by it, that was true. But just like you the souls protected me. This cemetary protects the Wendigo. But also the humans who enter. The reason is Wendigos are bad, and because we feel their pain, they protect us. They protect humans because they've been kind enough to bury them. To bring them a peaceful decay."

Hoseok looks down. "I find it... strange."

"As do I." Namjoon growls.

Hoseok looks up at them both. "I know I'm going to do the same as you two. So I won't deny what I'll become. I'll embrace it. I'll even join the hunt. Even if my transformation is not yet complete."

Seokjin grins a little. "Hungry?"

Hoseok returns a grin. "Very."

Turns out Namjoon was right about his brother being saved. Served with fear in a corner for a hungry Hoseok, who was even more vicious than Namjoon had been.

Even though they all are the same being, none of them look the same.

Namjoon is taller and skinnier than the other two, with a hyena like posture and head, just like Seokjin had that of a wolf.

And Hoseok is cunning and troublesome like a fox, having those same tangled ears that can't stop listening for prey.

Out of all three of them. Hoseok is always the most hungry. He's merciless and usually devours every bit of the human or animal they find.

Seokjin leaves a few leftovers here and there. Not too picky about the parts of the meat.

Where Namjoon was more a fan of the torso's insides and the head flesh. He would kill for those parts...

Short to say, no one in that town lived long. Just a few for decades to create more humans and to allow them in.

The curse that caused people to die comes from them. Their suffering and agony on a human can cause suicide. Their pain is not meant for humans.

But how they greatly hurt when someone tries to leave their precious town.

That is, until a new life ventures into their forest.

A young man with big doe eyes, eating what seems to be a fresh apple. Curious...

And at that moment he tilts his head, looking at those three entities from afar, staring at him with glowing eyes.

The moment he turns back, all three of them know he'll come back.

Really, really soon.

《=|THE END|=》

Questions of the Chapter:

How old is Seokjin now (including the years of when he's born in the story until now)?

How did Namjoon find out about the cannibalism symbol?

Why was Hoseok so understanding of what Namjoon was feeling?

Who is the doe-eyed boy?

What type of cannibalism does each of their form represent?

What will happen to the doe-eyed boy?

I wasn't happy with the Wendigo chapter in the last book so I remade it! No kissing this time, sadly. Just a good ol' adventure story.

Sorry about the long waits, life ain't going good on me. You all know how it is.