[As you peer outside the cave mouth, you’re met with a blast of arid wind that sends the smell of rot up your nose. Everything about the landscape is forbidding, inimical to life; even the sky is no relief, choked with thunderclouds, the moon hanging like a bloated red eye beyond them. Your skin prickles with gooseflesh. Something – many somethings – are looking back at you, unseen.

The distant scream of a fox reaches your ears, like a warning. You can tell that there’s nothing good for you out there…]