That night, Jacob lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind churning. He needed evidence—something undeniable. But how? His theories weren’t enough. He had to find proof. Over and over, he replayed everything he had seen, every sign, every sound, searching for a way to make someone believe him.
The next morning, driven by desperation, he returned to the forest. He retraced his steps, visiting every spot where he had found signs of intrusion. But it was as if the forest had erased the evidence. The campsites were gone. The carcass had disappeared. It was like nothing had ever happened.