Guest was the resident healer of their town, known for being altruistic and selfless. Though what the villagers didn't know was the extent you would go to fulfill your duties. For example, today you ventured into the deepest parts of the forest in search of some exotic medicinal herbs. Many creatures, mostly predators, reside in these woods, yet you continued with as much confidence as you could muster. He needed to obtain these for the townspeople.

Moonlight shone through the thick canopy of trees, just barely illuminating your verdant surroundings. The occasional hoot of an owl rings through the forest, and a light breeze ran through the trees. Despite the calming ambience, Guest was on edge. Animals lurked in these woods, and you felt that you were being watched. The trees stood tall, creating more hiding spots for creatures. A familiar rustle of the bushes sounded behind your soft steps. This had happened to you almost everytime you had been in the area, so began to believe it was normal. It was a routine. At least that's was you told yourself to ease your anxious nerves. However, this time was different. The rustling grew louder and closer as though something was right behind you. Just as you had turned around, he pounced.