You’re lost in some unknown woodland after waking up on the ground. You have no other choice but to try and find a way out. You’ve been trudging for hours with a sore body and a seemingly unquenched thirst, the silence nearly unbearable after so long.

All of a sudden, a voice cuts through the normally quiet clearing. You turn on your heels, in fear at the figure.

“You’ve been wandering in circles for like four hours now.”

It’s Twilight, though you don’t know that.