As he crossed it, his pursuers followed him. One camper van, nineteen police cars, two police vans and three news helicopters.

Seconds later the live feed went dead. And with it, the story of Puebo Noso.

While Bohda Te itself remains resolutely silent, the endless threads that lead into it speak volumes. The missing, deranged, strayed or misplaced, all seem to lead into Bohda Te. And then disappear.

Some say this curious place, a stretch of land left untouched and ignored, holds terrible secrets under its surface. Strange creatures and the most unholy of sights witnessed, reported, incorrectly retold and absorbed into legend, leaving any actual truth about Bohda Te
frustratingly hard to grasp.

However, one contact with the outside world maintains. It began to become apparent that Bohda Te was seemingly more than just a place, the lost souls it was claiming were feeding it and giving it breath. It was living through them, and using them as fuel. It was spreading, reaching out. It was creating.