As night fell over the Alps, Anna and Mark found shelter in a lonely mountain hut, its cold air biting against their skin. Outside, the storm raged, but inside, strange whispers drifted through the silent rooms, growing louder and clearer with every heartbeat.

"Do you hear that?" Anna whispered, her voice trembling. Mark nodded, frozen in fear, as the whispers formed words no living soul would say.

Then, a chilling voice spoke from the darkness: "This place remembers... and it never forgets."