Yellow Pixies

You're just another average tabloid journalist

Chasing stories like you always do, you stumbled onto one star too many.

But you only realized you'd crossed the wrong people when the letter showed up — no return address, no signature — just a single line of threat, slipped under your door like a whisper in the dark.

Now you're headed to your grandfather's secluded house out past the city — hoping the quiet woods will shield you, hoping the silence won't betray you.

But you're not safe.
You've been exposed.
And someone is already hunting.