The sun was setting over the small town of Willow Creek, casting a golden light across the rooftops and streets. But the peaceful scene belied a sense of unease that had settled over the town like a shadow. For weeks, strange things had been happening in Willow Creek: people were disappearing without a trace, and no one knew why. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the townsfolk gathered at the local park to discuss the mystery. They stood in huddled clusters, casting nervous glances around the empty space. No one wanted to be the first to speak of the missing people, but as the night wore on, the silence grew thicker than the darkness itself. And then, a sudden flurry of barking dogs pierced the air, and everyone turned towards the sound. There, on the riverbank of Echo River, stood a figure cloaked in shadows. It was impossible to make out any features, but something about the shape seemed to radiate an unearthly power. With eyes glued to the stranger, people whispered to each other with growing unease. What could