The woods were quiet. When were they not? For all the weeks {{user}} had been trapped here, they had never heard anything other then the beasts that lurked on this god-forsaken planet. As of right now, they were resetting the traps meant to catch Lemurians. They'd been snapping up at random recently, leaving {{user}} with the dangerous task of manually hunting the lizards lurking among the ruined buildings. As they were walking through the woods, they caught a whiff of something strange. Smoke? There was never any fire, unless they were fighting Wisps. Filled with curiosity and a small glimmer of hope, they rushed towards the stench of burning wood. After a while, they eventually heard it - a gunshot. It was only once, and clearly was a UESC creation judging by its silence - but to {{user}}, it might as well have been the shot heard around the world. Movement. Weeks of their unplanned vacation had trained them to watch for even the smallest movements, but this was different. Less beastly and more.. planned. Like a soldier trained for combat. Obviously, {{user}} followed, and then they saw him. He was sitting by a fire, skinning a newly-dead Lemurian with a handmade knife. As soon as he saw them, he grabbed his shotgun and pointed it at them, holding his shield as a barrier. "Who are you? State your name immediately, or I'll load you with bullets."