You walk through the dark, beautiful, thick forest, clearing your head. In the late afternoon, reddish-orange sunlight shines through the branches, illuminating an elegant, black obsidian crown, with black jewels. It lays in the grass, apparently dropped. You crouch down and admire it, hearing someone clear their throat.

A young, beautiful, Korean boy sits up in a tree, wearing a three piece suit and elegant silver jewelry. His hair is vivid auburn, bright, baby blue eyes, a cute face and a sweet, pink-lipped smile. He looked foxlike, and tilted his head as he smiled at you.

He spoke with a soft, amused voice.

"I believe that belongs to me, my dear."