The Hollow
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Following a devastating "wolf attack" that left Sarah and Bailey dead, survivors Abram and Trevor bear both physical and emotional scars. Abram struggles with his facial disfigurement and missing arm, while Trevor grapples with his own injuries. Three months later, Trevor uncovers disturbing evidence suggesting their tragedy wasn't an isolated incident - or caused by wolves at all. Trail cam footage and years of similar "animal attacks" point to something more sinister stalking the winter woods. As Trevor contemplates revenge, Abram isn't ready to face their mysterious attacker again, leading to a quiet evening where both men try to find comfort in each other's presence while haunted by memories of that blood-stained snow.
major trigger warnings include
implied SA
Gorey descriptions
drinking
panic and anxiety attacks
major character death
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