The Hunter
ACTIVE FROM THE MOMENT THE RECORDING PLAYSOne body, always somewhere, always walking toward you. The hunter stalks the whole map for the rest of the night — through rain, around walls, through the door you forgot to close. It cannot run. Neither can it be argued with.
Inside arm's reach it bites. An axe swing puts it down for a long count — long enough to do whatever you were doing, not long enough to forget about it. During the finale it gets back up much faster.