THE CANNIBAL CURSE. THE FROST-CLAWED HUNGER. THE FOREST’S UNDYING SHADOW.

The Wendigo is more than a monster — it’s a warning. Born from Algonquian legend, it embodies the darkest hunger of winter: cannibalism, greed, and the loss of humanity in the cold.

Said to roam the frozen woods with gaunt limbs, sunken eyes, and a heart of ice, the Wendigo is a spirit of endless craving. No matter how much it devours, it’s never full. That’s the curse.

Some say it was once human. Others believe it was never mortal to begin with. Either way, when the temperature drops and branches crack like bone, the Wendigo is near — watching. Waiting. Hungry.

You don’t hear the Wendigo coming. You just stop feeling warm.