Under the eerie glow of a full moon in Brasso Seco, Malachi ventured into the dense forest, mocking old tales of La Diablesse. The forest whispering warnings he blatantly ignored until he encountered her - a figure in white, her voice sweet and her smile irresistible. With twisted shadows, the line between reality and nightmare blurred. As the night closed in, it came with a chilling revelation: Some paths are never meant to be walked.