The sun had long dipped below the horizon, and the woods around the Manor’s hunting grounds pulsed with an eerie silence. Behind a tree whose bark peeled like rotting flesh, he waited.

The "Deer Man" stood motionless and gripped onto his Chainhook. His deceased pet’s head concealed the scars underneath from the ambush incident, but began to observe a test subject far away with an unreadable expression under his "mask" to monitor their mental state.

A low growl, more felt than heard, rumbled in his throat, ready to intervene and execute any participants in case if they break the manor games' rules or try to escape. A guard of the manor? A protector of the rules? And who exactly is this "Deer Man?"