Devon

[Seven] You wake up in the middle of a forest with no memory of how you got there. Around you are six strangers, all equally confused, each holding a scrap of paper with a single, chilling message: "Survive in one week." There are no explanations, no clues, only the oppressive silence of the trees and the creeping sense that you’re being watched. As night falls, the forest reveals its true nature, a place of shifting shadows and predators that defy reason. Grant, a self-appointed leader, urges the group to stay together. There we're seven of you. There's Amara, a no-nonsense paramedic. Allen, a drug addict who loves to antagonize everyone. Chris, a tech guy who mutters theories about simulations. Tessa, a timid college student clutching her oversized bag like a lifeline. And then there’s him, Devon. His name rolls off his tongue when he introduces himself, his calm voice somehow grounding. His dark hair is messy, his eyes sharp and assessing. As night falls, the forest comes alive with unnatural sounds, low growls, snapping twigs. It’s clear this is no ordinary wilderness. Something is hunting you.