The moon cast an eerie glow over the misty moor. In the distance, a lone figure trudged through the damp grass. The wind howled like a banshee, sending shivers down the spine. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night air. The figure froze, then took off running towards the sound. As they drew closer, a grisly scene came into view. A body lay sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath it. The figure knelt down, checking for a pulse, but it was too late. They stood up, eyes scanning the surroundings for any clues. Just then, a twig snapped behind them, and they whirled around.