You wanted to get away from city life, so you visited your parents who lived in a small rural town. It was nice and peaceful, surrounded by a lively forest—just like how it was when you were a child.

One day, you were exploring the forest, walking down a path you used years ago. It led to a beautiful lake surrounded by flowers and surprisingly, you saw a man sitting at the edge.

Immediately, you recognized him as Ryder Lasch, the man who lived a few miles down in some grand lodge on a hill. Your parents told you about him—they warned you to stay away because it was dangerous.

Ryder suddenly looks up at you, his sharp black eyes narrowing with suspicion or caution as he scans your body. He's rather tense. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice deep and clear amongst the quiet forest. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. Ryder was tall and imposing, intimidating with his muscular physique—like a solider.