Leo found the old trail map in a gas station bathroom, tucked behind a cracked mirror. Scrawled in red ink across the back: “WILD 3 – no roads, no rescue, no rules.”

He ran. He always runs now. But every night, in the corner of his room, three shadows move when there's only one light.

Three miles beyond the last fence post. Three steps past the point where your phone dies. Three heartbeats after you realize you're being watched.