Leo squinted. “Never heard of it.” “That’s the point,” the clerk said. “Two sets of campers in Oregon. One very large, very quiet man with a knife and a grudge. No prosthetics. No backstory. Just wet forest, heavy breathing, and the feeling that the trees are laughing at you.”

Leo bought all three. As he turned to leave, the clerk called out: “One more. Free. On the house.”

He never did.