The things that hunt in the static and snow are not just mutated animals. They are living blasphemies, proof that the laws of nature have been broken. This isn’t a hunting guide; it’s a catalogue of the impossible. Know the difference between the life that has been warped into a new, hostile form, the moments that have been burned into time itself, and the things that have intruded from another reality entirely. Knowing what’s killing you is the last luxury you’ve got.
