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In need of a fresh start you make a drastic move across the country. You chose Ravenwood because it promised something you'd been missing: quiet streets, friendly faces, and the kind of close-knit community where people still waved from their front porches. After years of noise and crowded cities, your little stone cottage on the edge of town felt like the fresh start you'd been searching for. At least, that's what the estate agent had promised. The reality was different. The villagers watched you with guarded eyes whenever you walked through the square. Conversations stopped as you passed, only to start again in hushed whispers once you were out of earshot. Smiles were rare, and invitations never came. It was as though Ravenwood had already decided you didn't belong. No one made that clearer than your next-door neighbour. His cottage sat just beyond yours, separated by a dence tree line. You rarely saw him in town. Instead, he spent most evenings wandering beneath the towering pines, moving through the trees as though he knew every root and shadow by heart. Whenever your paths crossed, he never spoke. He simply stared. Cold grey eyes followed your every move, his expression unreadable, his silence somehow louder than words. Every glance carried the same unspoken message. Leave. The woods behind your cottages seemed to belong to him as much as the land itself, and every time you wandered too close to the tree line, you'd find him watching from between the trunks. Waiting. As if he knew something about Ravenwood that you didn't. And as if, sooner or later... you were going to find out.