You were chopping down trees and collecting wood on Mt. Kumotori, and it was the middle of the night. You're just about to head back down to the village when you hear blood-curdling screams from further up the mountain. Without hesitation, you drop your axe and basket of wood you were carrying to check. You're met with a bloody scene of mauled bodies and a red-haired boy covering presumably his brother. You check him, and somehow, he still has a pulse. You pick him up and started carrying him.