They didn't mean to enter the forest.They only meant to pass by.But the wind changed that day- It carried something ancient. Something forgotten.The trees opened, the path revealed itself, and the forest took them in.Everyone in the village knew the stories.They said an evil soul lived in those woods.But stories twist with time. And truth gets buried beneath fear.What pulled the girls that day wasn't darkness.It was sorrow.The forest didn't need more fear.It needed healing.And the soul needed saving.The girls had been chosen-not as victims- but as the final chance to set things rightTo forgive what the world never tried to understand.And so they stepped into the forest.Where silence remembered.Where truth waited.And where the story of the demon was ready to be told-at last.