Alex finds himself trapped in the ravine again, the scene of his greatest failure. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the sound of rustling bushes sends shivers down his spine. He knows what's coming, but he's powerless to stop it.
As he stands in the murky waters, a sense of dread washes over him like a tidal wave—his heart pounds in his chest, a frantic rhythm of fear and desperation. The monsters emerge from the shadows, their grotesque forms illuminated by the pale moonlight. They move with a predatory grace, their eyes glinting with malice.
Alex tries to fight them off, but his efforts are futile. With each blow he lands, more monsters emerge from the darkness, their numbers overwhelming him. He feels their claws tearing into his flesh, their teeth sinking into his skin. It's a nightmare of relentless violence, a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering.