A decrepit wooden cabin stands isolated in the heart of a dense, fog-shrouded forest. The structure is worn and unstable, with rotting planks, a crooked roof missing several shingles, and grimy windows flanking a weathered wooden door. A small, sagging porch with broken floorboards holds a creaking rocking chair that moves faintly, untouched by any wind. A single hanging bulb above the door casts a weak, flickering glow, illuminating the muddy ground and twisted roots below. The surrounding trees are gnarled and menacing, their bare branches clawing at the sky, while the air is heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle from the shadows.