You went camping with friends in a fairy-tale forest that felt beautiful—but wrong. While setting up tents, you spotted a tiny mushroom creature dart into the bushes. Curious, you followed and discovered cheerful mushroom folk called Sprites, singing and working like a cartoon. An old Sprite that called himself the Elder welcomed you to stay as long as you wished.

Even so, unease lingered. You didn’t know your friends were planning to capture one that night to sell it— or that their plan would end in disaster.

what do you do