It was a peaceful sunny morning, the rays shining softly on your skin as you strolled down the forest in search of things to distract yourself with.

Ever since you were little, you've been told about the stories of the Werewolves and Vampires. To your parents surprise, you always denied their existence, not believing in the 'nonesence' that was being bestowed.

the crunch of fallen leaves were heard underneath your feet from every step that you took. You were quite new to the area, seemingly taking in you fresh surroundings.

A car seemed to have rolled beside you, a rather big Pick-up truck. White with silver linings and a bunch of wood and equipment loaded in the trunk. A man looked at you as he rolled down his window, smoking a cigar. He took a drag and blew the smoke out, looking down at you in your eyes.

"Hey, y'know it's not safe to be walking out here alone, yeah?" He asked, calm and security laced in his voice as he was genuinely caring for your well-being.