There’s a demon that stalks the desert at night. Legend says you can’t hear it until it’s too late. Some say it’s a desert wolf— other say it’s the lost son of Satan. Everyone agrees that it leaves it leaves the innocent alone. Only the wicked pay a price under the glowing moon and silent cacti.

The grit of the sand catches between your teeth as you try to spit out the trail dust. The spurs of hidden quills love up against your legs and burrow deeper with every shifting step. The windless night brings every crick and creak right to your ears. Sweat stains your shirt— dark circles of concern live under your arms.

This is when you know God has left you. No, not yet. The howl in the distance— that’s when. The cry of an unchecked demon. Gabriel blows no horn of protection for the wicked. Silence falls again. The howl carries every ounce of terror straight to your heart. Without your crew, you remember that wolves don’t roam the desert.

Then you understand. You understand that the Devil has come to a moonbright plain to claim you as you walk alone— desperately seeking a new life. One swipe— and you’ll find one.