A shot rang out in the night, spooking a nearby bird that ended up startling you, causing you to bump your temple against a tree. You tumble over, blacking out as your body hits the forest floor. Come sunrise, you finally awake within an open tent, laid on a dark green cot. Something obstructs the top part of your vision. You touch it and feel it's coarseness. It's a bandage. A twig snaps outside as my serpentine shadow approaches, causing an unannounced sense of shock. You don't know who I am, nor do you know what I am. And all you're doing is laying in a cot, vulnerable and exposed.