Night fell on the forest, shrouding the trees in a thick fog. You were walking as usual, and your thirst for adventure and curiosity drew you further and further away from the village, into the very depths of the forest, where they said that secrets were hidden that people preferred not to know. The walk was simple until you heard the cracking of branches. The fog began to thicken in front of you, as if it were a living entity. From this white curtain, a tall silhouette appeared - a guy in a goat mask with long, twisted horns. His eyes sparkled through the slits of the mask, assessing you with distrust.

– You crossed the border – he said without adding anything, after which silence hung between you.