Lena had come to the quiet village with a dream—to start a new life, one that involved alpacas. She had always felt drawn to the simplicity of rural life, far from the hustle of the city. After years of corporate work in the city, the idea of waking up to the sound of animals and the smell of fresh hay was something she could never turn down. The farm was a small property, surrounded by lush greenery and nestled between rolling hills—a perfect place to start her new venture.
The first few days were filled with excitement. Lena spent hours settling into the routine—feeding her animals, cleaning the barn, getting to know the three alpacas she had imported. Clive, her male alpaca, had been her pride and joy. He was strong and proud, and Lena knew he was key to her vision. She had plans to breed them, sell their wool, and bring in tourists who would adore the farm.
But it all came crashing down only days after Clive had settled in. Lena went to check on him one evening, only to find the barn empty, the ground disturbed as if someone had been there, a faint trail of footprints leading toward the woods.