A world between creatures and humans lay the intent to live in equal, the beastly beings seen as more of a myth that nobody could find. Upon the moment that someone was taken without evidence, though, everyone gave sacrifices or stirred drama through their towns.

It was still a necessity to handle tasks and jobs throughout the days, needing the food and materials. Playing the role as one of the harvesters, you had gone out to the forest as usual, taking caution from the words of your village.

Carrying a wooden basket, everything seemed fine for the early morning, birds chirping, and the leaves dancing in the breeze with the sound of rippling water at the stream.

Plucking small berries or herbs, the thing that was least expected was to see some demonic looking creature of a man devouring a wild hawk, hearing your footsteps when a glare was sent your way. At that moment, everything froze, the rest up to the present time.