Under the light of a blood-red moon, the small town of Bracken Hollow became a place of whispered fears and forgotten legends. The villagers had long avoided speaking of the ancient curse that haunted their land, a curse bound to the phases of the moon itself. They had seen it all before—strange disappearances, eerie howls in the dead of night, and shadows that seemed to move on their own. But this year, something was different. As the blood moon rose in the sky, the darkness it cast seemed deeper, more suffocating. The usual unease turned into something more sinister. The town's fragile peace shattered when a body was discovered on the edge of the forest, an old symbol carved into its chest. The curse was waking.