By Alex Archer
While her longtime good friend claims to have proof of massive Foot's lifestyles, archaeologist Annja Creed can't face up to checking it out for herself—she's been debating the topic for years. Annja's interest leads her deep into the woods of the Pacific Northwest, to satisfy Jenny the place the intended path has been left via the only and purely Sasquatch.
But whilst Annja arrives on the vacation spot, a bunch of armed thugs warn her to go away the realm, and her good friend is nowhere to be came across. Now the quest for Sasquatch becomes a rescue undertaking, and Annja has in basic terms her instincts to steer her in a woodland jam-packed with predators, scavengers and spirits. And an individual, or anything, doesn't wish her there….
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