In the dim, flickering light, shadows stretch and twist across the walls like living things. A low, unsettling hum crawls under your skin, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. Somewhere in the distance, a mournful howl rises, raw and ragged, cutting through the air like a blade. The deep rumble of inhuman growls follows, closer now, heavy footsteps crunching through unseen debris. Sharp, metallic notes slash through the darkness as the scent of damp fur and blood seems to drift from nowhere. The air feels thick — almost alive — and every sound teeters on the edge of silence, as if something massive and hungry is circling, waiting to pounce. This isn’t just music… it’s the sound of the wolf man stalking you.
