From Man To Beast

otten halls of knowledge. Ethan Cross stood beneath the stone archway of the University of Braunschweig's historical archives, water dripping fr

th-busting and folklore, he'd spent years chasing ghosts across Europe. But nothing had unn

e lied to us for centurie

rooted in logic, skepticism, and a strict adherence to

felt the weight of something pressing down on him. It wasn't just t

open at the e

a voice

ed with sleepless red. He ushered Ethan into a room lined with oak bookshelves and dust-lade

r darkened by centuries. A crimson wax seal-still intact-bo

id, breathlessly,

a crack that echoed too loud in the silence, a rush of stale air b

in. "Where di

"It was delivered. No name. N

in frantic, jagged lines. But the drawings were unmistakable. Human fi

pression. "But these entries are dated. Locations noted. Nam

pages, stopping at one with a sketch of a man

But when the silver light touched him, h

is name was Heinrich Albrecht. Witnessed by seven villagers. Tried and burned

ing. But it's still circumstantial

here you'

single, yellowed tooth. "Recovered from the grave marked Albrecht's. Fo

exler handed him a photocopy o

t in old script,

bottom, a c

ain. He wear

h dropped. "Is

mbled. "Look at the

h, 2025.

I catalogued it last week. S

ence: a low, drawn-out growl

ed, heart

" Drexler said, reaching s

flickered-a

ing moved. A shadow dar

n his satchel. He fumbled

er was another page. It

it bore his

ss. The n

upted in t

Ethan's arm. "We

exit blocked. Something stood at the far end-a silhou

ffed t

e. In a voice th

waiting for