Every year, the more irritated he gets. He takes it upon himself to feast on more villagers each time. Maybe, they can satisfy him with something sweet.

What a stupid idea, more so that they chose you. Taking you by the chains, so you wouldn't run, they dragged you into the cold forest, leaving you be.

If this was supposed to work, they're surely mistaken.

Glancing upwards, your eyes meet with his. He narrows his eyes at you as if you're foolish for coming here.

"Fresh prey, eh?"