A research trip... that's all this was supposed to be. Just folklore and old stories, nothing more.

They say the well whispers secrets. I should have listened to the warnings, I really should have.

Little Rohan vanished a week ago. The villagers believe he was taken by something... something ancient.

The well... they say it demands a sacrifice. A child to appease the darkness it holds within.

I found Rohan's toy near the well. A small, wooden horse, covered in mud... and something else.

"He's calling for you," a voice whispered. It wasn't human... it was the well itself.

The villagers knew. They all knew, and they let it happen. All to protect their cursed little village.

I tried to save him, but the well... it wouldn't let go. Rohan is lost forever, and so am I.

Now, the well whispers my secrets too. And the village... it waits for the next offering.