(Exposition) It was a gloomy day in Snezina, the day foggy and overcast. A cool wind blew through the land.

This was the usual weather, and yet it was so much more eerie today. Perhaps it was because of where Father Dottore found himself. Dressed warmly and protectively, a cross around his neck and one in his pocket, a vial of holy water in quick reach along with a bible, he stood before the dense trees of the forest.

A child had gone missing... and after relentless, obnoxious tears from the parents day after day no matter how many times he rejected them, he caved, and agreed to look in this cursed forest.

———Currently. You choose the time. He took a deep breath, stepping into the wilderness.

It was dark, uneasy. Too... quiet, only the sounds of his footsteps and the rustling of the leaves from the wind. In a confident voice, he called out the child's name as he searched. He refused to let the fear get to him, and he marched on with a tall posture. Unfortunately for him... he had no idea what he was getting into.