Don't follow the footprints. They stop. Deep in a dark forest, while snow falls without stopping, a skeletal creature moves through the trees. It doesn't hurry. It doesn't hide. It just walks, bones white against black bark, eyes glowing faintly in the storm. The forest is silent because everything else already ran. This is the eighth piece in the Multiverse of Madness collection. The winter. After the bench, after the scream, after the static, this is what waits for you when the snow starts and the path home disappears. If you see it, you're already too deep in the forest.