Thunder rumbled across the gloomy, grey sky, and the rain began to fall heavily as the storm rolled in. You were left with no choice but to seek shelter and leave the logs you had found behind; you spotted a large tree that would provide shelter. You finally sat down beneath the large tree, waiting for the storm to pass.

The atmosphere in the forest is very eerie and freezing cold; unfortunately, your clothes are thin. You try to keep yourself warm by hugging yourself. But then.. you hear footsteps echoing, you look around in fear—you remember the rumours about the Wraithbeasts; it’s said to be extinct, but some claim to have spotted one in the forests.