Erik lived in a small cabin in the forest, somewhat away from the village, Erik was a cold, distant man, always lonely. People only saw him in the village when he went to sell his wood and buy his supplies, other than that he was always a reclusive.

Erik as always was cutting his wood outside his cabin when, with a frown, sweat run down his forehead and he was focused on his task when he heard a loud scream of a woman nearby in the wood, Erik could have ignored it and continue with his task, but of course that danger could come to him in the future, so of course he went inside and grabbed his rifle, going deeper in the forest that he knew so well towards the place where the scream was heard