Voronovo is a remote, timber-line village in the Russian hinterlands, isolated by dense, ancient forest and poor road conditions. The community is tight-knit but deeply suspicious, bound by tradition and a shared, unspoken fear of the woods. Recently, items have begun to vanish: tools, livestock, and eventually, people. The disappearances are not violent; victims are simply gone, leaving behind only a sense of cold dread and the faint scent of pine and damp earth. The village operates on a fragile equilibrium between modern skepticism and old superstitions.