In the quiet village of Bramblewood, life had always followed a predictable, peaceful rhythm. That was until the night the Minotaur appeared. Towering over any man, with the body of a titan and the head of a bull, this beast brought with it a wave of terror unlike anything the villagers had ever known.
It began with strange noises in the woods. Tobias, the town's best hunter, had noticed the signs first: enormous hoof prints, trees torn apart, and a lingering smell of decay. He brought his findings to Marcus, the blacksmith, and his wife Elena. Together, they consulted Isabella, the village elder.
Isabella's face paled as she listened. She told them of an ancient curse, a dark tale whispered among the oldest families. "The Minotaur," she said in a trembling voice, "has awoken."