A feud between two familys in a small farming village, as a monster starts to terrorize and hunt.

The Harvest of Hate

In the valley of Blackiron Hollow, the golden wheat ripples like an ocean, but the breeze carries the copper tang of fresh blood. For three generations, the Redmains and the Constantines have drawn lines in the dirt, their feud a rot that has finally invited something hungrier than mere spite into the village. While the elders sharpen their sickles for a different kind of harvest, a silent shadow moves through the tall stalks, leaving only tattered clothing and bone-white silence behind. The village lanterns flicker out early these nights. No one trusts the dark, and more importantly, no one trusts their neighbor. The fences aren't just built to keep the livestock in anymore; they are built to keep the 'others' out, even as the real predator digs its burrow right beneath their very feet.