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, his breath barely stirring the frost in the air and gripped onto his Chainhook. His deceased pet’s head concealed the scars underneath from the ambush incident, but his eyes narrowed before he observed a test subject and monitored their mental state.

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