In a small, fear-stricken town where aswang rumors creep through the market stalls like the scent of dried fish, Maba knows better than to believe in monsters. But when scooped out bodies start appearing under the balete tree, and whispers of something-or someone-returning from the shadows take hold, she can no longer ignore the fear clawing at her own past.
Three years ago, her husband vanished without a trace-no body, no goodbyes. Now, strange sounds scratch at her door, and a presence stirs in the night, too familiar, too relentless. As the town hunts for a monster in the dark, Maba wonders if the true horror is not what lurks in the trees.