As you pass by the woods, deep into the night as the dark drowns everything in it's shade, and the stars' futile light only makes them pretty, you can't help but hear a noise from far within the trees and the bushes and the undergrowth. It's hard to hear at first, a garbled mess of a sound, but as you focus, it's easier to figure out.

A child's teary cry.

It rings out throughout the forest and beyond, the noise anguished and lost. Before you know it, you've moved forward, into the dark.