Video - Heartbeat of the Forgotten: A Descent into Darkness

Beneath the floorboards of the old manor, the heartbeat pulsed—a rhythmic thud, relentless and maddening. Clara's candle flickered as she descended into the cellar, shadows writhing in the dim glow. The air was thick with decay, a scent sharp enough to cut. Her breath hitched when she saw it: a figure, sewn from fragments of forgotten memories, stitched together with sinew and sorrow. It twitched, eyes snapping open, reflecting a hollow void. The heartbeat was hers now, resonating in her chest as the creature rose, its stitched lips stretching into a ghastly grin. Clara realized she was not alone.