If there was one survivor that the Beasts of the Fog truly despised more than all the others, it was Jake Park. The mere mention of his name infuriated the Entity. During his first few encounters, he was little more than a desperate and terrified man looking for whatever means of escape he could find. But as he continued to slip through each killer's fingers, fear gave way to curiosity, and with survival being his number one priority, that curiosity began to cause problems. He would silently observe his predators from the shadows, studying their every move and eventually learning their routine. After that, it was just a matter of sabotage.
Jake knew what was precious to them. Primarily, those horrible meat hooks. There were also small shrines made of several human skulls and other bones held together by some sort of mud wrap. He simply referred to these as totems. They generally tended to be harmless, except on the few occasions where he found one glowing with fire from candles placed inside the totem's many eye sockets. For whatever reason, the lit totems summoned a dark magic that augmented the Beast's strength and speed to a point where there was no logical hope of escape. They were more important and arguably more dangerous than the hooks themselves.
As each killer became more methodical than the next, Jake had to experiment tinkering with different equipment. For instance, he escaped a killer who used bear traps as a means to maim and capture his victims, and it was relatively easy to break them apart with a few of the tools he always kept on hand. There were other killers though, like the Pig. Totems weren't an issue, but trying to meddle with any of the hooks or torture devices had been a useless gesture. Jake surmised that whoever designed the Pig's equipment had to be some sort of mechanical engineer. Then there was that swamp creature, the one that made getting even close to the totems a Herculean task.
For the most part however, the chosen Beast of the Fog usually focused on finding and killing Jake and the other survivors and left the safety of their equipment as an afterthought. Jake cast a glance over his shoulder at the frightened young botanist nearly half his age, then looked around, taking in a deep scan of the environment. It took a moment for him to realize that he knew exactly where he was. He'd seen this place in the vivid hallucinations that passed for dreams whenever he dozed off by the campfire. The Temple of Purgation, a neglected ruin and shadow of its former glory. He already wanted to leave.