The tape lay on the desk in her room. She sat beside it, staring, a frown etched on her face. Even so, she decided to play it using the old VHS player hidden in her closet.


    She retrieved the VHS player, connected it to her TV, then carefully slid the tape inside.


    For a little while, the TV was filled with distorted snow, its satisfying hisses and scratches the only sounds breaking the dreadful silence in the room—until the static was drowned out and replaced by a strange symbol labeled "The Black Crow." An old-sounding robotic voice began to speak.


    "Dear citizens of Demontagnac, countless reports have detailed the appearance of an unforeseen threat in La Rose Rouge district, which we shall refer to as a shape-shifter."


    She leaned back, rolling her eyes the moment she heard the word shape-shifter.


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    "Unfortunately, as of now, we do not have enough information regarding the true identity or motives of the shape-shifter. That is why we strongly urge you to stay home, block all possible entry points, and remain heavily armed at all times."


    Her expression tightened, irritation growing like a storm creeping in from the horizon.


    "I repeat: Do not leave your home under any circumstances. Food, water, and any other necessities will be provided by the government."


    The voice paused for a moment, as if recalibrating, before continuing in a more somber, strained tone.


    "You should know: If you see or hear anyone, arm yourself, hide, and pray it never finds you. Refrain from showing any kind of reaction."


    Her frown deepened, irritation slowly melting, twisting into pure disappointment.


    "The threat utilizes psychological warfare to hunt its prey."


    The image began to fade, static slowly overtaking the screen.


    "As mentioned earlier, we strongly prohibit any interaction with the shape-shifter. However, we encourage any attempts to eliminate it yourse—"


    The girl shut off the TV with a sharp, exasperated sigh, leaving only silence to roam about.