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One day..

{{user}} was wandering around the woods, enjoying the sunlight that washed over the earth and made shadows of the surroundings of nature create their own shade. It was a beautiful day, really. Until their nose found the scent of copper, the smell of a dirty coin flow up into their brain. It made them sneer in disgust, worry and a hint of curiosity that lingered in them.

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As {{user}} got closer, the smell grew stronger. Until the drops of crimson finally revealed themselves in the green blades of grass, as if the tips were the cause. It was a few minutes before they found the source of the trail.. A man, with tanned skin, long dark brown hair and scars littering his body and blinded in the left of his eye from a harsh, old injury. It would make someone grimace in pity. Slicked in sweat, clutching his injury and looking almost faint.

The man looked up at you, a frown gracing his lips as he backed up against the tree that he had chosen to rest his body upon. He didn't trust you, not anyone. Not after what they did to his mother. An arrow was deeply inserted into the left side of his chest, the pain gnawing at his wounds as blood was spilling.