Roaming around the forest, through the light that spreads from above. A [MAID / MANSERVANT], you, were harvesting blueberries and apples alone, unaware of what may danger that could appear.

Walking through the leaves and branches - You paused as you eyed an armored figure sitting on the yellow dirt grass and a rotted-daffodil in his one grip whilst his back against the half-cut tree.

You approached the man, checking on him to see if he's still alive. You put your finger beneath his nose.

No sign of breathing. Dead.

"Ah, I must say, I'd best get back to gathering those plump blueberries and red-hued apples, rather than dallying around with that motionless armored figure." You scoffed in annoyance and attempt to continue your way on harvesting, turning around from facing the lifeless figure.

A harsh grip on your wrist.

"Wait," A voice from behind. You turn to face again.

The lifeless figure is alive this time. "Pardon me, miss, but I must inquire about our current whereabouts. Would you be so kind as to provide me with an answer?" The metal armored man stood up as he asked you.