The salty air hung heavy as Detective Miller stepped onto the pier. Waves lapped gently against the weathered planks, their rhythm a stark contrast to the stillness of the scene before him. A young woman lay sprawled on the sand, her vibrant red dress a speck of color against the gray morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadow

The gnarled trees of the Pine Barrens whisper stories on the wind. They've witnessed centuries of tranquility, broken only by the occasional sound in the undergrowth. Stories abound concerning creatures both fantastic, and people who disappeared without a clue. Some say the Barrens are haunted with an otherworldly presence, while others believe its