Wandering for days wasn't an option anymore. It was cold and rainy in this thick forest and you were tired, so you sat under a thick pine tree for a moment of shelter

What would you do? Where do you go now? Every time you think you're about to meet someone that can help, you're sent in the wrong direction. Or maybe they're of no help or crazy. Regardless, The Unknown felt like the smallest yet largest spread of land ever. You felt like you were walking in circles yet you traversed for days.

That was until you heard the rain tick tick tick against something metal and hollow. Looking to the right revealed a small unlit lantern sitting in the bushes. With a match from your pocket, which thankfully wasn't damp, you lit it... only to be met with the glowing eyes of The Beast

"My soul... it lives on?" The Beast asked, wondering how he lived again after being killed by The Woodsman ages ago. And he looks to you, holding the dimly lit lantern.

"You. Who are you?"