Luna recalls a winter morning in 2019 when she followed a blood trail not from a deer, but from a man named Hollis who had been missing for three days. The trail led through the hardwoods on the western edge of Stillwater Bog, past a rusted snowmobile, to a cabin that wasn't on any map. Inside, she found a fire still burning, a pot of coffee still warm, and a single boot by the door. But no Hollis. What she found instead was a set of footprints in the ash on the hearth—small, bare, leading not out of the cabin but into the back wall. She spent the next hour pacing the perimeter, trying to find a door or a hatch, a crawl space, anything. There was nothing. Just log walls and a dirt floor that hadn't been disturbed in years. She never found Hollis. But sometimes, late at night, she wonders if he found what he was looking for—and if whatever left those footprints in the ash is still walking the bog.